This is for Life Pegz (Ft. Hilltop Hoods)

[Verse 1: Pressure]
Damn, I'ma be old and dirty, fat and bald by thirty
And by seventy, definitely, cold and scurvy
Sinking my gums into life or anything as it comes
I think I've succumbed, got the drinker thinking I'm young
You take a father of four to make a pass at your daughter
Tried to rap, spat my dentures in a glass of water
It's gonna be sad, holding into wanna be fads
But I ain't full of shit (nope)—that's my colostomy bag
Rocking shows at retirement homes
This trendy geezer don't know when to quit, like a smoker with emphysema
(I've had amnesia) forgetting tracks with my thoughts relaying
(It ain't a seizure) I'm body rocking in my walking frame
Down to be the last standing, ain't no boundaries
Ayo Pegz, it's your shout for a round of tea
I'll have 'em breathing at the bar, the static gripped to my mic
In chrome-rimmed wheel chairs singing "This is for life!"

[Chorus: Suffa, Pressure & Pegz]
This is for life, this is a long term membership
This is for life, dedicated to the penmanship
This is for life, popping wheel chairs off the curb
As the world turns a thirty-three and a third
This is for life, this is a long term membership
This is for life, dedicated to the penmanship
This is for life, popping wheel chairs off the curb
As the world turns a thirty-three and a third