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In my life (echoes two times) In my life (echoes two times)
(Chorus) In my life There`s been heartache and pain In my life There`s been heartache and pain There`s been heartache and pain In my life There`s been heartache and pain
I`m still that regular, cetera cat, from the street Thuggin it, lovin my life as Memph Bleek But I`m stuck with, huggin that block, sellin that D Grew up with, nothin but killas and O.G.`s I`m the product of the ghetto `til they bag me up With a bail stash in case they snatch me up I`m a soldier in this war and I resemble my pops I ain`t nothin like him, that`s where this criminal stop I provide for the fam, divide them grams Cook it, make flips, survival plans Bein successful, I had every intent But I went to the high school a playin the bench We live off wit, just like our switch-up strips I was raised by the gun so I switch up clips Gettin my hustle on, tryna switch up kicks I won`t change bein thug, I won`t switch up shit It`s my life nigga
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I`ve put work in, for me to reach this level To let the world know that I speak for the ghetto I`ve been through the struggle, downfall and the hurt Puttin the close one, deep in the dirt I lost one a my road dogs in nine-eight I still see him everytime I look in his mom`s face But don`t cry (ma`), we gon` see the light I know he up in Heaven and he gon` lead us right I live by the street so I`m a die by the street As long as I`m alive his daughter`ll never need We used to be this close But now it feel we this far apart, me and that nigga can`t talk We can`t bag and kick it, bag some bitches Only time I see `em, is when I glance at pictures But I gotta face the fact, my nigga is gone But I`m a ride to the death, and still I mourn In my life nigga
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In my life (echoes two times) In my life (echoes two times)
Sometimes I just grab the car keys and ride With no music, I`m just ridin the vibe I done came a long way, from usin the plate Touchin the eight, who would`ve thought I`d make it today It was just yesterday, moms waitin on the stamps The spot got shot up, and Dre still locked up It`s me against the world with no brother, just a revolver And I ain`t thinkin about seein tomorrow I got sixty-two grams and a six-shot eight With plans to hit the block and get shit straight But my dog just got shot, spot just got rushed I lost all my weight when the crack pot bust I was left with zip, zero, nothin That`s when I realized that my life ain`t `bout nothin The world wouldn`t understand Bleek in the street So I took it to the booth and gave y`all the speech
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