An' I ain't got friends, I got enemies
Songwriters: Lamont Dorrell, S Glenn, Troy Donald Jamerson, David Styles
You talkin' bullshit, then kick it with another nigga
'Cuz where I come from, so often
What you say now, won't budge me
My life, Pharoahe Monch, Ayatollah, Howie McDuffy
I light a blunt 'cuz never will the struggle end
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
They got big Momma hurtin' instead
Publishers: EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC., JUSTIN COMBS PUBLISHING INC, PANIRO'S PUBLISHING, TRESCADECAPHOBIA MUSIC
My life is all I have
An' I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me
My life is all I have
If you prepared for the bed
An' my life is all I have
My life is based on lightin' blunts, loadin' guns
So I can switch my residence, get a truck an' a Lex
My life is all I have
People you grew up with layin' in a coffin
I made a couple ends, lost a couple friends
They said death is eternal sleep
Run around hustlin', scared of the Feds
Fuck a check, I no longer have to wait for 'em
It's my time now, my world, my life
My life, my life
Pharoahe talk to 'em, let 'em try to understand
My family, my niggaz, my flow, my grabs, what?
I got a bigger bed an' I need a cover, nigga
But I done made it through the pain in strife
My life is a blunt to the head, a prayer for the dead
I need the bills that the presidents got they face on
They say you buggin', nigga, fuck it, I'm a thuggin' nigga
You ain't in the role
People you grew up with layin' in a coffin
But on the flip side of things, it's still warmer than June
People you grew up with layin' in a coffin
'Cuz where I come from, so often
It's my time now, my world, my life
An' my life but still I'm a rugged nigga
Let 'em try, let 'em try now
But the only thing is you ain't really sure
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
An' I'ma be right there when the soldiers'll march
I play the part an' my heart seem colder than March
So you can judge a nigga, but you ain't got it
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
Tellin' my lawyers to get the case gone
An' I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me
So you really can't budge a nigga, you oughta love a nigga
'Cuz where I come from, so often
An' I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me
I have talks with the Lord an' he'll be callin' me soon, what?
Holiday Styles, Double R, Rawkus Records
My life is makin' the verse, but the handcuffs
Tell Mommy I don't go to the church
For the fact that it's my world
But I done made it through the pain in strife
What you say now, won't budge me
What you say now, won't budge me
So if they with me, then that means they my brother, niggaz
So often we get merked in the head, instead of big money
But I done made it through the pain in strife
It's my time now, my world, my life
Tell Oc' I don't go to mosque, I blow blunts, hold guns
The bullpens, the jail cells is makin' it worse