Lyrics Tell You How My Life Is - K Koke, Don jaga

Tell You How My Life Is

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