Discover the poetic beauty in ‘The Price’ by 8Ball. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 8Ball or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Love life
Love life
Love life
[Chorus]
Love life so hard if it needed ‘til we get it right
If you don’t play by the rules, you could pay the price (pri-pri-pri-pri-price)
(Pri-pri-pri-pri-price)
Love life so hard if it needed ‘til we get it right
If you don’t play by the rules, you could pay the price (pri-pri-pri-pri-price)
(Pri-pri-pri-pri-price)
Love life so hard if it needed ‘til we get it right
If you don’t play by the rules, you could pay the price (pri-pri-pri-pri-price)
(Pri-pri-pri-pri-price)
Love life so hard if it needed ‘til we get it right
If you don’t play by the rules, you could pay the price (pri-pri-pri-pri-price)
(Pri-pri-pri-pri-price)
Little girl in the streets tryin’ to chase her dream down
Anything ‘bout little Boosy that’s her theme song
In her school, lookin’ good with her hair pulled back
IPad and a couple books in her backpack
A fulltime student but she always at the club
Party with the frat boys, drinkin’ smokin’ buds
Party ‘til the sun come, wake up, start over
Sittin’ in class with a headache and hangover
Later on, she met a couple friends at the bar
Couple mixed drinks, now she feelin’ like a star
Singin’ karaoke, her girlfriend’s singin’ with ‘er
Order more drinks, her girlfriends drinkin’ with ‘er
‘Couple hours later crakin’ jokes drivin’ home
Music loud and she was swervin’ all over the road
Crash she never knew what hit ‘er
And every day I know her family miss her
You need to
Love life so hard if it needed ‘til we get it right
If you don’t play by the rules, you could pay the price (pri-pri-pri-pri-price)
(Pri-pri-pri-pri-price)
Love life so hard if it needed ‘til we get it right
If you don’t play by the rules, you could pay the price (pri-pri-pri-pri-price)
(Pri-pri-pri-pri-price)
Little dude that I met up the street from my grandma
Dad used to beat him up, mom always stayed drunk
Always had to find himself drowning in responsibility
Trying to escape, desperate for another place to be
He had a alka décor, slangin’ drug
He took a chance and he asked him for a quarter kil
His uncle tried to talk him out a bit but he was like
Somebody had to help you out before you get it right
His uncle said okay boy, I’mma help you out
You ever get pinched nigga, never run yo mouth
Little dude got his nerve up and hit the block
Street’s hot, all he had to do is pick a spot
Not knowin’ that’s another nigga’s territory
I wish it was a happy ending to my short story
Pow. He never knew what hit him
And every day I know his family miss him
Yea, you need to
Love life so hard if it needed ‘til we get it right
If you don’t play by the rules, you could pay the price (pri-pri-pri-pri-price)
(Pri-pri-pri-pri-price)
Love life so hard if it needed ‘til we get it right
If you don’t play by the rules, you could pay the price (pri-pri-pri-pri-price)
(Pri-pri-pri-pri-price)
Love life so hard if it needed ‘til we get it right
If you don’t play by the rules, you could pay the price (pri-pri-pri-pri-price)
(Pri-pri-pri-pri-price)
Love life so hard if it needed ‘til we get it right
If you don’t play by the rules, you could pay the price (pri-pri-pri-pri-price)
(Pri-pri-pri-pri-price)