My Life Story

(TJ produced it) Ooh-whoa, oh-oh, oh I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code Oh, yeah Uh (Key Gang got the keys jumpin') Sometimes I think about my life as a red rose Some Guccis on, walkin' down the dead road, ayy I had a dream about my killer just the night before Hate to face the fact that love don't live here, they knife to my throat I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code Guess I'm just a flower in the garden that won't never grow Heart been so broke so many times, come meet me at the crossroads Fifty-one, fifty, I was taught to scribe and stick to my oath Fifty-fifty, I split the pardon, they still come ask for more Just like Ricky, hit me with backshots and left me all on my own Stood on my ten toes, like fuck it, had a hard knock life as a child Three-twenty-three in ninety-nine, got notified by the scout Jumped off the porch, father in prison Out in the streets, he left four children Double the pain that I been feelin' Never understood what that shit really meant Momma smokin' dope, right there by Rufus house, since we had grew up adopted I rolled my bike down thirty-eight, then met them Crips that claim harder Popped up the road at an early age, that's where I learned all my knowledge Letter from my lil' cousin Benny, sayin' somebody killed Quahfee 2016 judge let me out, I grew a passion for rappin' Sixteen years old, out on my own, I had to go make it happen So I put the music to the side, Pooda introduced me to trappin' I knew that shit, that wasn't for me, right back to lights, camera, action Hittin' on the old school Pontiac, I used to rap to fat Brandon When I ain't have a place to go, I stayed with Tim my lil' cousin Now they all on my dick, who been there for me? That's one thing I remember Oh, you were legit from hittin' licks, now you longer a member Ayy, I had a dream about my killer just the night before Hate to face the fact that love don't live here, they knife to my throat I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code Guess I'm just a flower in the garden that won't never grow Heart been so broke so many times, come meet me at the crossroads Fifty-one, fifty, I was taught to scribe and stick to my oath Fifty-fifty, I split the pardon, they still come ask for more Just like Ricky, hit me with backshots and left me all on my own Second from first, I couldn't accept it, out of all them things I can go for Used to OG preach like the reverend, he still ain't got nothin' to show for it Got tired of seein' grandma stressin', lookin' to the sky like "Why? Oh, Lord" Live by the knife, die by the Western, that's the question for Moe, boy Didn't make it out, was always dancin', they couldn't seem to learn from they lessons Can I chase my dream deep in the ghetto? My uncle Tony like, "Go for it" From the way I killed that shit so thorough, Lord, please send me a blessin' Them bottom boys, knew I was special from that song in my section 'Cause where I'm from, catch a body it's excitin', yeah Whole lotta gang indictments, yeah Whole lotta bullets flyin', yeah Whole lotta people dyin', yeah Whole lotta mamas cryin', yeah They was only raw all about the street sign Livin' out, this all that he knows Late night convos with Mr. Levy, like, "One day we gon' blow" He tell me he gon' see alright, through the fakes I took a look back to my life, I see a dead rose Ayy, I had a dream about my killer just the night before Hate to face the fact that love don't live here, they knife to my throat I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code Guess I'm just a flower in the garden that won't never grow Heart been so broke so many times, come meet me at the crossroads Fifty-one, fifty, I was taught to scribe and stick to my oath Fifty-fifty, I split the pardon, they still come ask for more Just like Ricky, hit me with backshots and left me all on my own Oh, oh-whoa I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code Oh Sometimes I think about my life as a red rose Rollin' down in Melrose Ayy, ayy