[Bleek talking:]
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yeah, MADE, no mob shit,
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money additude direction and education,
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on some real shit think about my hood one time,
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my hood this is a trip,
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Change and cross niggaz, where did we go wrong
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[Verse 1:]
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I'm from that two bedroom apartment marcy, 534 middle building yeah this here started me, i'm new to 'em, but
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consider me young, seen it all happen and understand what was done, but all i wanted was fly kicks fly shit, little nigga
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but still kept a fly bitch, and back then it was love in the hood, knuckle up with ya dogs but fuck it its all good, now i'm
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in the crib rippin up to go to war with him, same little nigga i used to steal from the store with him. I'll go and get him
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from school, we used to take the same bus same train back then we was koo, i broke bread at lunch with him, and if momz left
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me with two singles then u know i'm splitting one with him. We cut skoo in the building i lived in, one floor higher,
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smoking and get high. Damm think of H, now he locked up north it was like yesterday we was practicing sports, went from
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flipping on mats and now he flipping in the box, locked 23 hours a day he in the max, ain't no looking back, cause this life
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goes on, we was kids didn't think about the rights or wrongs. Nobody judged us the ghetto loved, streets the only thing that
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eva took something from us. I lost a couple friends, but i promised and prayed that when i make it i'ma see them again. I
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admit i was wild as a child and my moms didnt like none of my friends we used to call her Ms. Vow. My brother stayed on
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punishment, momma found out he hustling, found couple jacks her plan she thought of flushing them, me i'm in the streets i
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swore i neva change my brother caught a case i came up to do the same
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[Chorus:]
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This is all about my days, this is all about my nights, this is all about my pain, this is all about my life
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[repeat]
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[Verse 2:]
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yo, i got my first week about the age of 14, my brother fighting the case his bill was 14, me still hustling,
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school not going, clothes started changing, money started showing, my right hand was O, and every hoe we know she represent
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us through the ghetto and every hood we know, yeah he put me on to that traffic, though the money was average i ai'nt care i
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learned to handle that package then a body dropped, O locked for a minute tha squad it neva died i was left to represent it
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took a nigga out his crib, his name i ainn't gon' mention it, i know this hit home, i know this nigga listening, cuz we was
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tighter than brothers, where did the love go, i called your mother my momz dawg i let tha love show, this is supposed to be
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us, u was supposed to have the next verse dawg this is supposed to be us and u know i taught u tha streets taught u tha
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pitchens, i gave u that gear, got u all tha bitches, i neva think u would've crossed me dawg, u back me down in tha corner
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get em off me dawg, now i see exactly where we went wrong, when i spin through the hood, and i see him i keep it going, now
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the ghetto looking at me like i changed, but i'm still that regular nigga i'm stil tha same
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[Chorus]
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This is all about my days, this is all about my nights, this is all about my pain, this is all about my life
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[repeat]
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My Life
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Memphis Bleek |