Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Life, artist - RashadDate of issue: 18.02.2013
Song language: English
The Life |
| My life. |
| Pharoahe Monch. |
| Ayatollah. |
| Holiday Styles. |
| Double R. Rawkus Records. |
| Pharoahe talk to 'em. |
| let 'em try to understand. |
| Let 'em try. |
| let 'em try now… |
| My life is all I have |
| My rhymes, my pen, my pad |
| And I done made it through the struggle, don’t judge me What you say now, won’t budge me Cuz where I come from, so often |
| People you grew up with, layin in a coffin |
| But I done made it through the pain in spite |
| It’s my time now, my world, my life |
| My life… |
| Is based on, lightin blunts, loadin guns |
| tellin my lawyers to get the case gone (uh-huh) |
| I need the bills that the presidents got they face on so I can switch my residence — get a truck and a Lex |
| Fuck a check, I no longer have to wait for 'em |
| I made a couple ends, lost a couple friends |
| I light a blunt cuz never will the struggle end |
| So you can judge a nigga, but you ain’t got it, you ain’t in the role |
| so you really can’t budge a nigga — you oughta love a nigga |
| For the fact that it’s my world and my life but still I’m a rugged nigga |
| They say you buggin nigga, fuck it, I’m a thuggin nigga |
| You talkin bullshit then kick it with another nigga |
| I got a bigger bed and I need a cover nigga |
| And I ain’t got friends — I got enemies |
| So if they with me, then that means they my brother niggaz |
| Is a blunt to the head, a prayer for the dead |
| Run around hustlin, scared of the feds |
| They said death is eternal sleep |
| but the only thing is you ain’t really sure if you prepared for the bed |
| So often we get merked in the head, instead of big money |
| They got big momma hurtin instead |
| My life is makin the verse — but the handcuffs |
| the bullpens, the jail cells is makin it worse |
| Tell mom I don’t go to the church — tell Oc’I dont’go to mas |
| I blow blunts, hold guns, and I’ma be right there when the soldiers’ll march |
| I play the part, and my heart seem colder than March |
| But on the flipside of things, it’s still warmer than June |
| I have talks with the Lord and he’ll be callin me soon, what |
| And my life is all I have — my family, my niggaz, my flow, my grabs what |
| My life… |
| My life… |
| My life… |
| My life… |