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