Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Life, Pt. II , by - PropainRelease date: 19.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Life, Pt. II |
| Blessings, what the hell is that we stressin' |
| Ain’t no food around this bitch, my daddy took an exit |
| Momma double-shiftin still feel like we got nothin' |
| I can’t sleep cause the roof leak |
| And water drip inside this fuckin' bucket |
| Either starvin' or you thuggin', or sellin' dope we was 13 |
| Boy dropped outta school and started hustlin' |
| My dawg schooled me to these stealin' cars I ain’t wanna touch it |
| But the way them hoes kept laughin' at my shoes I was like fuck it |
| So now we on some shit, we tip-toein' when we roll up |
| Backin' niggas cars out driveways like a tow truck |
| Hit the nawf side cause the chop shop gon' give us more bucks |
| And them same hoes that was laughin' |
| At my shoes now they gon' fuck |
| Blindfolded in the fast lane, we can’t slow up |
| We on the news now, auto-theft division startin' to know us |
| The walls was closin' in, them clear skies turn to grey |
| See that’s the part about the streets |
| That they don’t warn you when you play |
| Them hatin' niggas killed my dawg, a bitch set em up |
| Ain’t leave the house for 3 days, my pillow case was wet as fuck |
| When you young, you can’t fathom that they never comin' back |
| Your baby boy gone, how the fuck I tell his momma that |
| My soul numb, they gave my bro a dub and closed the case |
| When that devil go to work, nigga it’s hard to hold your faith |
| Ghetto dealers bad ends, but this the cards we chose to play |
| We ain’t worried about tomorrow |
| Hope they don’t take our soul today nigga |
| This my life |
| If you looked in my life, you could see what I see (x4) |
| I’m screamin' out to you lord, it’s your long-lost child |
| I know I strayed off, been gone for a while now |
| Please don’t turn that death ear to me |
| You say «Ask and you will receive» |
| Father forgive me I’m lost, hoe ass devil got me under his wing |
| Every time I try to come, he always intervenes |
| Strike a flame deep in my brain, got me thinkin' bout killin' |
| When at first, I was thinkin' I’m changed |
| Like a nigga schizophrenic |
| One minute I’m cool, and then I’m actin' a fool |
| Can’t understand it I’m manic shit, so close to goin' insane |
| Lord please if you don’t ease this pain, at least stop the rain |
| Pourin' down hail storm lately |
| Heart torn, got me blinder than a new born baby |
| Smoke at least 2 or 3 packs of Newports daily |
| My body done |
| Lord if you don’t come this cancer gonna take me away |
| Sound weak? Well nigga you come fade it |
| I done lost so many partners now, how I ain’t crazy |
| But I ain’t normal neither, normal than a non believer |
| Mind wicked |
| I done witnessed some of the sickest evils done to people |
| Shit I committed sins I can’t believe forgiven either |
| And I believe in Jesus, but I’m still scared of sleepin' |
| Dreamin' bout these same bitch ass demons every night |
| Tryna kill me I really feel it, I be fightin' for my life |
| And right before I, die |
| Can’t wanna see this shit |