Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Life Story, artist - Quando Rondo.
Date of issue: 04.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Life Story |
Ooh woah, oh-oh |
I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code |
(Key Gang got the keys jumpin') |
Oh, yeah |
Sometimes I think about my life as a red rose |
Some Guccis on, walking down the dead road, ayy |
I had a dream about my killer just the night before |
Hate to face the fact that love don’t live here, they knife to my throat |
I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code |
Guess I’m just a flower in the garden that won’t never grow |
Heart been so broke so many times, come meet me at the crossroad |
Fifty-one, fifty, I was taught to scribe and stick to my oath |
Fifty-fifty, I split the pot and they still come back for more |
Just like Ricky, hit me with backshots and left me all on my own |
Stood on my ten toes, like fuck it, had a hard knock life as a child |
Three-twenty-three in ninety-nine, got notified by the scout |
Jumped off the porch, father in prison |
Out in the streets, he left four children |
Double the pain that I been feeling |
Never understood what that shit really meant |
Momma smokin' dope, right there by |
Rufus house, since I had grew up adopted |
I rolled my bike down thirty-eighth, then met them Crips that claim harder |
Popped up the road at an early age, that’s where I learned all my knowledge |
Letter from my lil' cousin Vinny, sayin' somebody killed Quahfee |
2016 judge let me out, I grew a passion for rappin' |
Sixteen years old, out on my own, I had to go make it happen |
So I put the music to the side, Pooda introduced me to trappin' |
I knew that shit, that wasn’t for me, right back to lights, camera, action |
Hittin' on the old school Pontiac, I used to rap to fat Brandon |
When I ain’t have a place to go, I stayed with Tim, my lil' cousin |
Now they on my dick, who been there for me? |
That’s one thing I remember |
Oh, you were legit from hitting licks, now you longer a member |
I had a dream about my killer just the night before |
Hate to face the fact that love don’t live here, they knife to my throat |
I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code |
Guess I’m just a flower in the garden that won’t never grow |
Heart been so broke so many times, come meet me at the crossroad |
Fifty-one, fifty, I was taught to scribe and stick to my oath |
Fifty-fifty, I split the pot and they still come back for more |
Just like Ricky, hit me with backshots and left me all on my own |
Second from first, I couldn’t accept it, out of all them things I can’t go for |
it |
Used to OG preach like the reverend, and still ain’t got nothin' to show for it |
Got tired of seeing grandma stressin', looking to the sky like «Why? |
Oh Lord» |
Live by the knife, die by the Wesson, that’s the question from ol' boy |
Didn’t make it out, was always dancin', I couldn’t seem to learn from they |
lessons |
Can I chase my dream deep in the ghetto? |
My uncle told me like «Go for it» |
From the way I killed that shit so thorough, Lord, please send me a blessing |
Them bottom boys knew I was special from that song in my section |
'Cause where I’m from, catch a body it’s exciting, yeah |
Whole lotta gang indictments, yeah |
Whole lotta bullets flying, yeah |
Whole lotta people dying, yeah |
Whole lotta mommas crying, yeah |
war all about the streets |
Livin' out this all that he knows |
Late night commas, I miss lil Leaky like one day we gon' blow |
He tell me he gon' see alright, through the fakes |
I took a look back to my life, I see a dead rose |
Ayy, I had a dream about my killer just the night before |
Hate to face the fact that love don’t live here, they knife to my throat |
I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code |
Guess I’m just a flower in the garden that won’t never grow |
Heart been so broke so many times, come meet me at the crossroad |
Fifty-one, fifty, I was taught to scribe and stick to my oath |
Fifty-fifty, I split the pot and they still come back for more |
Just like Ricky, hit me with backshots and left me all on my own |
Oh, oh whoa |
I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code |
Oh |
Sometimes I think about my life as a red rose |
Rolling down in Melrose |
Ayy, ayy |