Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Life, artist - Memphis Bleek. Album song M.A.D.E., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
My Life |
Yeah… I mean, M.A.D.E, no mob shit |
Money, Attitude, Direction, and Education… some real |
Shit |
Think about my hood one time, my hood… it's trippin' |
Thinkin I’ve changed, crossed niggas |
Where we go wrong |
I’m from that two-bedroom apartment, Marcy |
5−3-4, that middle building… yeah, they say it started me |
I’m new to it but consider me young |
Seen it all happen, ain’t understand what was done |
But, all I wanted was the fly kicks fly shit |
Little nigga but still kept a fly bitch |
And back then it was love in the hood |
Knuckle up with ya dog and fuck it, it’s all good |
Now, I’m in the crib rippin up to go to war with 'em |
Same little niggas I used to steal from the store with 'em |
I go and get 'em from school |
Used to take the same bus, same train back then we was cool |
I broke bread at lunch with 'em |
And if mom’s left me with two singles, then you know |
I’m splittin one with 'em |
We cut school in the building I lived in, one floor higher |
Smokin and gettin higher |
Damn, think of age, now we locked up north |
It was like yesterday we was practicin sports |
Went from flippin on mats now he flippin in the box |
Locked twenty-three hours up a day, he in the max |
Ain’t no lookin back because this life goes on |
We was kids didn’t care about the rights and wrongs |
But, nobody judged us the ghetto loved us |
Streets, the only thing that ever took something from us |
I lost a couple friends |
But I promised and prayed that if I make it, Im’a see 'em again |
I admit, I was wild as a child |
And my mom’s ain’t like none of my friends who use to call me Ismhael |
My brother stayed on punishment, mama found out he hustle and |
Found couple jacks, her plan she thought of flushin it |
Me, I’m in the streets I swore, never change |
My brother caught a case, I came up, won’t do the same |
It’s all about my days, this is all about my nights |
This is all about my pain, this is all about my life |
I got my first work, about the age of fourteen |
My brother fighting a case his bail was fourteen |
Me, still hustlin, school not going |
My clothes started changin, the money started showin |
My right hand was owing every ho we know |
She represent us through the ghetto every hood we know |
He put me on on that traffic, though the money was average |
I ain’t care I learned how to handle that package |
Then, a body dropped, O locked for minute |
The squad it never died, I was left to represent it |
Took a nigga out his crib his name I ain’t gon' mention it |
Know this hit home, I know this nigga listenin |
Cause we was tighter than brothers where did the love go |
I called your mother my mom’s dog, I let the love show |
This was supposed to be us |
You was supposed to have the next verse dog, this was supposed to be us |
And, you know I taught you the streets, taught you to pitch in |
I gave you that gear got you all the bitches |
I never thought you ever cross me dog |
If they back me down in the corner, get 'em off me dog |
Now I see exactly where we went wrong |
When I spin through the hood and I see him, I keep it goin |
Now the ghetto lookin at me like I changed |
But, I’m still that regular nigga I’m still the same |