| Let me tell you how my life is
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| Here’s the truth, here’s the proof
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| Real life stories to tell
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| More like stories from hell
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| 4.5 left the floor for the shelf
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| Enough man move hype, get caught and then tell
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| Because they don’t wanna see the walls in the cell
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| Talk tough on the road but can’t talk it in jail
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| Everywhere I go, I stay real to myself
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| And everyone I know, knows I’m walking it well
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| And I ain’t got points to prove
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| Fuck these critics and their point of views
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| They couldn’t live a day in my shoes
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| I speak from the heart so if I say it, it’s true
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| I creep in the dark, through the rain with my tool
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| Because the streets are hard, and they wanna see my face in the news
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| I’m just trying to get my paper and move, away from the ends
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| Because every day that I stay is a day closer to pen
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| I’m out here bait
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| Stuck up in this road life
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| No lie, everybody knows I
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| Enough man hate, you know what the roads like
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| Feds on my case because they heard that I blow 9s
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| Dead mates got me thinking about old times
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| Livings fucked so I’m liquored up most nights
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| Live it up, cause I don’t know what tomorrows like
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| Couldn’t give a fuck, cause I’m living off of borrowed time
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| Mummy, I’m sorry, I’m thinking with a hollow mind
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| A shallow heart lost, trying to follow signs
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| Trying to do right but I’m left with a life of crime
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| I’m in the hood like pissy steps or a line of white
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| This life of mine, ain’t the life I like
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| But it is what it is so I like to write
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| These thoughts down line for line
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| Let me tell you about this life of mine |