My Life

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
This is my life y'all and what really happened
Sherallene's Holton loved McKinley Jackson
They got to touching and fucking, busting nuts and
No husband, nine months later, tend 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, BNE 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, G-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