| The world ain’t no different now
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| The world ain’t no different now
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| Never had a dime, my life a crime
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| Had to be when I was nine, Moms drunk off wine
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| Running with all kinds her mind stayed in the stupor
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| 'til the point she paid no mind to the super
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| Stay mad but stay fronting with smiles
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| Stayed on the growl and eating once and a while
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| First day of school never had nothing too style
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| Mister Colondre stressing, I ain’t coming in a while
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| It was a bummer, rocking the shit I rocked all summer
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| On the first day, I was feeling some kind of way
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| And she wasn’t trying to do nothing, you would think
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| For the sake of the kids, she’d enroll in school or something
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| Now I know then was even harder
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| 'specially for a single mother raising me with no father
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| Shit living up in this tenement, eating stale Entenmann’s
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| Talking wild shit to Spanish immigrants
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| I speak in codes, man tú sabe
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| Always! |
| Cállate! |
| Bendición to my madre
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| Even though she never did nothing for me
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| Acknowledge me as I run down my life story
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| You don’t know, how crazy it is outside
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| I’ve died inside so many times
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| Oh, I’ve cried, oh, I’ve cried
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| Check the skit, nobody never gave me shit
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| If anything a nigga framed me and made me get
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| 3 to 6 my first bid, no doubt up in Spofford
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| Had to be 12 son, trying to make a profit
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| Remembering robbed my Moms with no guilt
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| Eating pork and beans, old corn flakes with no milk
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| Bitter, in school I smacked cats in a hurry
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| Moms ain’t care she busy getting drunk with Mrs. Berry
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| On the first floor, I used to thirst for greenery
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| Picking pockets with Seth and Jay from 106th Street
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| Yo, fuck home, I’m tired of getting punched in my dome
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| Tired of hearing this faggot-ass nigga moan, I started roaming
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| My hustle game is deep, cats ya heard
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| From San Fran back to Manhattan to Newburg
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| Notorious tell your friends to spread the word
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| Glorious, my life story is absurd
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| You don’t know, how crazy it is outside
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| I’ve died inside so many times
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| Oh, I’ve cried, oh, I’ve cried
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| I know I haven’t been the best
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| I’ve shown you things you shouldn’t have seen
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| Can you forgive me? |
| Can you forgive me? |
| Oh, my baby
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| Home from Elmira, got a little brighter
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| I’mma keep it real still a schemer and conniver
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| Recognize the struggle, living like a thug do
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| Hatred in my heart but inside I love you
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| See no matter what I will extend my arms to hug you
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| Knowing that I’m just like you, I am like the double
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| All I wanna know is how you pound me down
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| Yo, this shit is real and you really jerked me around
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| But any way I am getting paid with Puff now
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| 'Bout to cop you a house I can send you some stuff now
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| So many levels jail take you
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| I appreciate jail 'cause it made me appreciate you
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| I’ve been through fire and brimstone
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| Used to be diplomas in jail, now I cop the gem stone
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| I remembered when you rushed me
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| The time you said you should of flushed me, I forgive you ma trust me
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| You don’t know, how crazy it is outside
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| I’ve died inside so many times
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| Oh, I’ve cried, oh, I’ve cried
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| I know I haven’t been the best
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| I’ve shown you things you shouldn’t have seen
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| Can you forgive me? |
| Can you forgive me? |
| Oh, my baby |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life Story, artist - Black Rob. Album song Life Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп