Define My Life

Lyrics

[Intro: Proof & Salam Wreck] [?] And white boy John Their lives moved on (Wreck!) [Verse 1: Proof] Me and my momma ain't close, daddy ghost like most Only for the hood riches when we broke that we all toast Got an awesome gang yesterday been rhyming since press and play Born in this cold world, shit that ain't no special day Just a reminder, you get to thirty you lucky Motherfucker that's the words of T. Stuckey Grew up on [Bush Stones?] and Y.B.I. (Young Boys!) Best friend was Maserati Rick, why would I lie? Good all die, got a question your honour (Listen!) Whatever happened to that shit death before dishonour? I'm on the tip while you're flipping-flopper G Don't even know what he charged with and he cop a plea (Cut a deal) Sloppily, shit this game done change Niggas caught with a little work and they start naming names (It was him!) I'm blaming fame, Benz's, bitches and bling In today's world y'all treat a fucking snitch as a king ([?] your boy!) [So which is] means of income, win some, go far, in come All them broke niggas and then some You can lose one battle but lose the war My shoes is torn from walking these dawgs, damn I'm talking to y'all While you're not involved, just nodding along I've got to ask the church, shit is God in the wrong? (Huh?) And to You Mr. Preacher is God in the Wrong? Y'all don't even hear me niggas, y'all just nodding along (C'mon!) [Hook: Proof] I took this time to gripe, in this rhyme I write Let me clearly Define My Life, this is my life (Shit) I took this time to gripe, in this rhyme I write Let me clearly Define My Life, it's my life (Listen!) [Verse 2: Proof] Bubba Fats is the truth, the raps out of Proof Is all steel like them gats that I shoot Backwards I move to 86 to 88mm Where there chambers remain here with heavy weight So much game around me, they drown me in this sin city I've been busy since sucking on my momma's thin titty When is he stopping the world? God don't know It's all a joke to him, watching how hard we grow (Oh!) Death don't kiss you when God say Sorta like that little whistler in Broadway Our way, plant workers, salons and beeper stores Health care, fuck the potholes, we got deeper sores Reaped with wars, my man Young to Killpatrick Dexter is lovely, I hate it, I'm still at it (Hah hah!) I fill hammer with Mr. Man and Tone Lōc When the lights burn out and you grown folk My bone broke to lift this pen, let me jot this down and get this in If I'm gone I hope y'all can respect me then Let me jot this down and get this in When I'm dead and gone I hope y'all respect me then, I'm gone [Hook: Proof] I took this time to gripe, in this rhyme I write Let me clearly Define My Life, this is my life (Shit) I took this time to gripe, in this rhyme I write Let me clearly Define My Life, it's my life (Listen!) [Outro: Dolo] Yo, man I did a lot in my life, man I'd buried a lot of niggas A lot of close ones done went to jail man The streets are wicked out here If I go tonight, man, I tried my best Hope everything I left back here... lives on baby It's my life