Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Life 2.0, artist - Crooked I.
Date of issue: 13.02.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Life 2.0 |
1970-something and mama’s in the studio |
Pregnant with Dominick while she was doing a song |
Until her water broke in the booth |
It’s not a joke it’s the truth |
From that point let’s move it along |
To the fact that my father was a rolling stone |
Before we knew it dude was gone |
Mama gotta do it alone |
Who would’ve known |
At the same time that she gave me life she might’ve ruined her own? |
Cause she already had a son before me |
Living in the big city, she young and lonely |
Put her faith in a nigga but his love was phoney |
Said he would hold her down while she sung her songs, G |
Then he bounced. |
put the pedal to the metal |
No more record deals, we living in the ghetto |
Gangbang, drive-by, homicide, place full of puppets killing each other |
Uncle Sam is Geppetto |
Five years-old when I seen my first murder |
Playing outside, I heard shots from the Ruger |
Four or five bullets put the victim in the bushes |
Then I made eye contact with the shooter |
Ran in the house, told my mama somebody died, I’ll never forget… |
It was a white boy from Hoova |
All she could say was «Hallelujah!» |
«You're safe!» |
Then she asked God to protect our future |
Life as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough |
Got my hat low, white tee on, gun in my waist, I’m a gangsta man |
Flat broke, living in the hood, gotta get money so I jumped in the game |
So many people I know… get killed like it ain’t no thang |
To you it’s crazy, I know! |
Real niggas gonna feel my pain |
1990-something and mama’s little boy’s growing up |
All the thug niggas calling him Crooked |
It was a name that she never understood |
But in the hood |
Negative is positive so Dominick took it |
Look at the way that he hang with the older niggas |
Man them OG’s gave him a gangster style |
A gun in the waist, a knife in the pocket, a pair of brass knuckles |
Some mace and even straight razors now |
Those… are the tools you use |
To survive in the most dangerous place you could raise a child |
Mama can’t afford nothing other than Section 8 |
We’ll escape |
One day I’mma make her proud |
But now I dropped out of school, sitting in a drug spot |
Bagging up weed while my older brother slung rocks |
Trying to get paid, watching for the punk cops |
If they run a raid, they gon' be up in these gunshots |
Take over the world shit, do it like Scarface |
Banging on the news, helicopter and a car chase |
This is the point where adrenaline make your heart race |
Fuck sleeping under the jail cause of a narc case |
Wasn’t the life that I aimed to choose |
A nigga could’ve been the next Langston Hughes |
But I landed in a place |
Where you can get shot in the face |
By a young banger trying to pay gangster dues |
How in the fuck can I change my views |
When I have to stab a nigga for trying to take my shoes? |
Never won much, but I hate to lose |
Only way that you could relate is if you played the blues |
That was back when |
But even back then |
Mama made men out of the boys in the house |
And I remember coming home fresh from a shootout |
This is what she said with a joint in her mouth |
She told me «Life as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough» |
This is my life, man. |
This is my life. |
I was manufactured in the hood, man. |
Read the label. |
Read the label they got stitched on the back of my neck. |
It says «Made in America.» |
Ghetto America, ya heard? |