They told me to make another song for the radio (radio)
My mind keeps tellin me "yes" but my heart keeps tellin me "no" (no)
And all I can really think about is the fact that you're gone (fact

That you're gone)
So now it looks like I've got another sad song



Chorus x2:
Life goes on (goes on)

Life goes on
Life goes on, baby, baby
Life goes on


Yeah (yeah), they was watchin my pockets while I was poppin my tags
Stayin friends with my friends has been the impossible task

If I had a dollar for every friend that I thought that would last
I'd hit my head on the ceiling, standin on top of my cash
You just tryin to be playa, they just tryin to play you

Soon as you get in some trouble, we'll see who tryin to save you
Promise you that the day you try to hit me with betrayal
I'm a smell your cologne, I'll be so close on your trail

And the homie you really thought was the realest a snitch
I'm the person you call when you tryin to get out a ditch
Yeah I'm talkin to you, wear the shoe if it fits

The broke people that know you, gon' say you changed when your rich (uh)
I'm on the screen shinin, so get with the program
Money's the team baby and I am the spokesman

The trophy is more grands, I hold it with both hands
I shook off the haters after I told them



Chorus:


Haha, I used to be such a playa, 'til I hopped out of the game
Plenty knowledge and dollars, I went to college with fame
Used to look ya relationships like a positive thang

'Til I turned into a bank account to deposit your blame
Used to be such a player but now I'm only a ref
So when I tell ya ya fouled and you can only accept

Still hungry as ever, somebody show me a chef
Appetite for the money, so stick a fork in the rest
Unless you callin my mother, I know she love me the best

Still N Luv With My Money, 'cause money love me to death
Used to promise my lady we'd have the loveliest sex
Was in love with the hunnies but they just loved me and left

All the groupies that's callin me thought I didn't exist
Yeah I'm talkin to you, wear the shoe if it fits
She put death on her lips, tried to give me a kiss

But I turned my head away so she would miss, now



Chorus:



What it looks like, yeah
'Cause I ain't speakin through music to try to get ya to dance
Tryin to get ya to just give the bigger picture a glance

Record label get mad, you can keep the advance
You could blame it on me and say it was me when they ask
Yeah he came with a mic, they had came with a knife

Yeah he died on the spot but after savin his wife
See the pain that I write, it ain't a thang to recite
Ain't a thang 'cause really I'm just explainin my life

I could tell ya to smile but it would sound kind of sad
I could talk about music but it would sound like I'm mad
'Cause the first thing I thought about when my pen hit the pad

Is before I finish this song, another partner passed

Yes it does

Life goes on and on and on
On and on
Ohhhhh, ohhhhh

Life goes on
Yeeeeeah
But I turned my head away so she would miss, now


What it looks like, yeah
'Cause I ain't speakin through music to try to get ya to dance
Tryin to get ya to just give the bigger picture a glance
Record label get mad, you can keep the advance

You could blame it on me and say it was me when they ask
Yeah he came with a mic, they had came with a knife
Yeah he died on the spot but after savin his wife
See the pain that I write, it ain't a thang to recite
Ain't a thang 'cause really I'm just explainin my life

I could tell ya to smile but it would sound kind of sad
I could talk about music but it would sound like I'm mad
'Cause the first thing I thought about when my pen hit the pad
Is before I finish this song, another partner passed


Yes it does
Life goes on and on and on
On and on
Ohhhhh, ohhhhh
Life goes on

Yeeeeeah
Yes it does