Pages of My Life

Lyrics

[Intro Sample] But, I think you should know [Verse 1] Yeah, that's right, suicide mission (ya feel me) Just because the boy do or die livin' Like he was born in Bed Stuy, 45 liftin' Niggas, get this guy twisted He slide clips in This one for my Queens niggas that died pitchin' I was subjected to hood shit in ma's kitchen Pop's cock would pump in her while she fried chicken I'm three years old standing there wit' my eyes drippin' Swinging little fists on him, but only die hittin' And that small rage I had only made him laugh Years later moms would tell me that's what saved her ass Memory lane pain deep as a razor slash Had a baby sister that die young her name was Robyn She went to sleep when the grim reaper was cradle rockin' Over my right shoulder here I got a angel watchin' I poured my heart on the paper with the table wobblin' Moms thank you for the time you was in labor droppin' It probably never occurred that you would raise a Hopkins Far from the mood for games that's the state I'm not in Suffered long enough, it's time for something major poppin' [Hook] Yeah I'm a make sure they get me right (right, dog) Flip through the pages of my life See the scars were some chose to stick the knife On some real shit, these are the pages of my life Born fighter I'm sticking to the script, precise Can't play fair here, you got to fix the dice Lost everything I love tryin' a grip it tight Decided to write the real pages of my life [Verse 2] Middle chapter, age eleven was a little bastard Unlike kids my age, wanted to fizzle faster With the older gang, to join a house robbery And wasn't scared a the Doberman in they property (nah, dog) Til' this day that's why the real niggas rock wit' me E-Z Wider paper is were I drop the weed OE 800, who want it? 99th and 106 we're straight gunners (Wassup, yo) Nat a little nigga but his heart was humongous My older man frogged in the schoolyard in summer Later he blew the face off Jake, he doin' numbers Most of y'all know how the Queens do to coppers Rastas hit up Taisheen wit' a chopper At sixteen was on the scene to prosper That's when a nigga moved back from Iraq then Back to Corona (no doubt) Back to home base (word up) From a place that made me a little grown-er But would never forget the PJs It's twelve days Fat Steve Kellay (ay!) Shorty rock LA (What up?) Mauri Croc's, Pelle When I ring the top bell, ay! Brrap my back in the day shorty in 12A The best rapper from the hood that's were the belt stays [Hook] Yeah I'm a make sure they get me right (right, dog) Flip through the pages of my life See the scars were some chose to stick the knife On some real shit, these are the pages of my life Born fighter I'm sticking to the script, precise Can't play fair here, you got to fix the dice