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My Life Songtext
von Joe Budden

My Life Songtext

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I′ve seen it all
Done it all
Been through it all (I like my life, my life, my life)
I walked over the motherfuckin' fire with sandals
Gonna burn your feet eventually (I like my life, my life, my life)

Hustling tryna get that dough
Every day is another struggle
This is my life
My check, my check
Let me talk to ′em

Look, ayo, you can take this kid out to slums
But never vice versa
Across the street from dope, too lights for murder
Ain't too many ways for me and pies to merger
Now that Mickey D's just slinging fries and burgers
Had dreams of nice clothes rolling in cars
I′d have never seen working at that Golden Arch


You see I couldn′t dribble much, jump shot wasn't water
I started with weeds and flooded blocks with water
My pops not around, mom saying I′m hell-bent
Hell's changed, just tried to help with the rent
I′m paying bills at 16, you gotta' love it
Offered mom the bread
Said she ain′t wanna touch it
Said If I can't follow the rules, I gotta move

Find a new hangout
Then "juice" came out
Then tools came out
And I was feeling like Bishop
Might as well go all out
You got one life so live it

Hustling tryna get that dough
Every day is another struggle
This is my life (I like my life, my life, my life)
So what if my pants sag low?
Just sit back and inhale that smoke
This is my life

I don't really think they understand (I like my life, my life, my life)
We′re tough, don′t we?
Look, look, look It's not an album
Dropouts get drunk, smoke dust
′Til you start feeling like you a falcon
Contemplating jumping while you standing on the balka
Mix a little weed and this'll be the outcome


More haze I puff
Made me feel like I was brave enough to bust
And ten grades was enough
Tried to scare me straight
Took my kicks and threw ′em
Transparent lifers, I seen right through 'em
They couldn′t get through 'em, my money still flowin' in
Girls just watchin′ me, they know I′m not the same
Like here we go again, oh! Po-Po again
On they walkie-talkies saying "We got Joe again"

Move at my own process, cool with every C.O
Just skipped getting processed
That's what I call progress
Digest us being America′s Nightmare
Young, black and trying to get rich
We ain't quite there

Hustling tryna get that dough
Every day is another struggle
This is my life (I like my life, my life, my life)
So what if my pants sag low?
Just sit back and inhale that smoke
This is my life (I like my life, my life, my life)

Yo, I love Hip Hop culture
Helps me get through my fans
We buy clothes too big
They made us feel little for years
Yeah, they tried to underhand us
We speak in our own slang
So only our niggas can understand us

So nah, I ain′t pulling my pants up
Don't cross the street
When you see me, nigga, man up
We trying to do everything they said we couldn′t
Wear my hat to the side
'Cause society say I shouldn't
I′m far from ashamed
I remember being yay′ high watching "Purple Rain"

The club owner sayin' "They ain′t understanding ya' music, things change"
How you tell Prince he wouldn′t last in the game?
And we feeling the same
That's sort of like what they told us
′Cause shit's on our shoulders
We keep chipping at it as we get older
The temps dropping and it's getting colder
Throw my hood and boots on, going out like a soldier

Hustling tryna get that dough
Every day is another struggle
This is my life (I like my life, my life, my life)
So what if my pants sag low? (Sag low)
Just sit back and inhale that smoke
This is my life (I like my life, my life, my life)

Hustling tryna get that dough
Every day is another struggle
This is my life (I like my life, my life, my life)
So what if my pants sag low?
Just sit back and inhale that smoke
This is my life (I like my life, my life, my life)

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