| Uh, y’know, I’m looking back right
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| I’m looking over my life and shit
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| I used to do some crazy shit man
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| I used to do some wild shit yo
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| I used to think crazy and shit y’know?
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| Hah, yeah
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| Aiyyo, I’ve been even-kilt all of my life
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| From a very young age learnt wrong from right
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| Never weighed in my decision when I took that bike
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| Chain popped, got caught, couldn’t make that flight
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| I done shaved too many steps, got tripped by sight
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| Spent one too many minutes with the cops that night
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| I preferred a cold cell to the hell my mama raised
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| I did it for the thrill cause not every crime pays
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| Ten years old, I was going through a phase
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| My uncle said chill 'fore you wind up in the cage
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| I smirked, cause a little finger printing ain’t hurt
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| A few weeks passed, I was back in them streets
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| A devious child, I appeared so sweet
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| A straight-A student every parent wanna meet
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| But looking back now, all I do is smile
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| Little boy became a man, see I landed on my feet
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| My life
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| Life is moving by so fast
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| And we can never guess what’s next
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| And I understand it at last
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| At laaaaaaast
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| By the age of fourteen I straightened a little bit
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| It’s high school time and I’m off the new shit
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| We moved out of town and I found me a new clique
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| A few chill niggas I can be cool wit
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| Went to school with the intentions of being on the end
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| Found myself out smoking weed, drinking gin
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| Wild Irish Rose, Mad Dog 20/20
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| Scheming up ways I can come into some money
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| The age of sixteen started playing with the words
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| Round the same time Ronnie playing with the birds
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| He offered me a job, I ain’t really had a nerve
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| Selling narcotics from me wanting the curve
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| Dove into music, gambled away money
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| Through my man Mike, met this new little honey
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| Funny, all I can do now is smile
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| Tryna become a man but I’m still largest child
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| My life
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| So now I’m eighteen, me and my mom beefing
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| Talking bout arguing over shit for no reason
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| Part-time job with a part-time scam
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| Sliding through school but passing I am
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| No life plans, I just wanna be grown
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| Out my mama house, living life on my own
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| Coming to the crib when she leaving out for work
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| Sleeping through the day, waking up getting burnt
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| I know I knew better but I still told lies
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| Mama still loved her little boy, no ties
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| «Son you need to straighten up before your demise»
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| Saw the truth in them words when I stared in her eyes
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| That was no surprise when she looking at her child
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| Fully-grown man, no more out acting wild
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| All I do is smile looking back at my past
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| A young’n no more, it’s my life at last
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| My life
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| It’s my liiiife, my liiiife
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| My liiiife, my liiiiiiiife |