Define My Life

[Intro: Proof & Salam Wreck]
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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