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