My Life

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh This is- Uh [Verse 1] This is my life y'all and what really happened Sherallene Holton loved McKinley Jackson They got to touching and fucking, busting nuts and No husband, nine months later, ten to seven something Ghetto youngin, Pops in L.A., him and moms parted ways He start producing Jones Girls and Marvin Gaye Moms was running numbers, rollin' in the Nova Living with Zara and Joya, PA and Stopa Pop sent the loot but mom had better plans, to see her boy become a man Give me a better chance than my ghetto friends I learned real young to obey my feelings Went to school with rich kids, came home to play with killers My days grew iller, moms got me a step-pops One big fam (Shit) I guess not My chest hot, him and moms is sniffing My grandma tried to tell her watch Shaun he's different [Refrain] This is my life, my script, my past, my travels [Verse 2] Beefin' with step pappy moved to Harper and Burns Peter hung gangstas, pointing TEC's at me Moms saying to do this, my pops is so cool that it's not Yellin' at Damien, 'cause ain't no food in the spot (I'm hungry!) They wanna sell rocks, Luke get murdered on the block Fifteen with a son, where's the gun, what's the plot? Let me turn to block out, big Sams to watch out Me and Three, B 'n E then we run like DMC This shit is me from Proof to Harry To runnin' up on fools with my nigga for Goofy Gary It's big James, he slang his thangs out of country First time I got shot at with Bubba Fat and Mr. Munchie Retaliation I shot up Carvale's house With Randy and Wesley, 270 spit them shells out Chain shot, Dre Dukes then Meetha came up Quit sleepin' nigga, the streets done changed up [Hook] Now this is my life, my script, my past It's my travels, my times, this is our world My fam, my friends in our city My rights, my sin, it's my story This is my life, my script, my beefs This is my glory, this is my streets This is our world, my fam and my friends And our city, my rights, my sin, it's my life [Verse 3] Ay yo I never was a tough guy, plus I handle mine Wanna beef stand in line, wish I could turn back the hands of time With Cleveland you heard everyday in the trenches Obie gave me my daughter and Tay gave me stitches I got away with bitches, wifey's gay now And me and Stuckey been dogs and fam since yea high Trick-Trick is stressed, Jew Mike's a snitch I miss Eye-Kyu and Double D he ain't shit And I.F. my label, I'ma feed my niggas This game ain't nuttin' I'ma need my killers I seen La Peace, he all smiles Lo-Key is lowkey, he know me I'm low down Collectively raw, what you checkin' me for? Got a TEC in my drawers, put your neck on the floor A lesson to grow, y'all shit it's best that you know I'm punchin' out in a minute, 'bout to exit the show This is my life