Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In My Life, artist - Memphis Bleek. Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
In My Life |
| In my life |
| There’s been heartache and pain |
| In my life |
| There’s been heartache and pain |
| There’s been heartache and pain |
| In my life |
| There’s been heartache and pain |
| I’m still that regular, cetera cat, from the street |
| Thuggin it, lovin my life as Memph Bleek |
| But I’m stuck with, huggin that block, sellin that D |
| Grew up with, nothin but killas and O.G.'s |
| I’m the product of the ghetto 'til they bag me up |
| With a bail stash in case they snatch me up |
| I’m a soldier in this war and I resemble my pops |
| I ain’t nothin like him, that’s where this criminal stop |
| I provide for the fam, divide them grams |
| Cook it, make flips, survival plans |
| Bein successful, I had every intent |
| But I went to the high school a playin the bench |
| We live off wit, just like our switch-up strips |
| I was raised by the gun so I switch up clips |
| Gettin my hustle on, tryna switch up kicks |
| I won’t change bein thug, I won’t switch up shit |
| It’s my life nigga |
| I’ve put work in, for me to reach this level |
| To let the world know that I speak for the ghetto |
| I’ve been through the struggle, downfall and the hurt |
| Puttin the close one, deep in the dirt |
| I lost one a my road dogs in nine-eight |
| I still see him everytime I look in his mom’s face |
| But don’t cry (ma'), we gon' see the light |
| I know he up in Heaven and he gon' lead us right |
| I live by the street so I’m a die by the street |
| As long as I’m alive his daughter’ll never need |
| We used to be this close |
| But now it feel we this far apart, me and that nigga can’t talk |
| We can’t bag and kick it, bag some bitches |
| Only time I see 'em, is when I glance at pictures |
| But I gotta face the fact, my nigga is gone |
| But I’m a ride to the death, and still I mourn |
| In my life nigga |
| In my life (echoes two times) |
| In my life (echoes two times) |
| Sometimes I just grab the car keys and ride |
| With no music, I’m just ridin the vibe |
| I done came a long way, from usin the plate |
| Touchin the eight, who would’ve thought I’d make it today |
| It was just yesterday, moms waitin on the stamps |
| The spot got shot up, and Dre still locked up |
| It’s me against the world with no brother, just a revolver |
| And I ain’t thinkin about seein tomorrow |
| I got sixty-two grams and a six-shot eight |
| With plans to hit the block and get shit straight |
| But my dog just got shot, spot just got rushed |
| I lost all my weight when the crack pot bust |
| I was left with zip, zero, nothin |
| That’s when I realized that my life ain’t 'bout nothin |
| The world wouldn’t understand Bleek in the street |
| So I took it to the booth and gave y’all the speech |