Proof - My Life lyrics

This is my life yo 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 LA
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 (Shhh) I guess not
My chest hot, him and moms is sniffing
My grandma tried to tell her
Watch out he's different
(This is my life, my strip, my past
My trifles)

Beefin' with step pappy moved
To Harper and Burns
Peter loved gangstas, pointing TECs 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 blackout
Big says to watch out
Immediately beated me 'til we run like DMC
This shit is mean from Proof to Harry
To runnin' up on fools with
My nigga for Goofy Gary
His big James inflamed cause
Things out the country
First time I got shot at with
Brother Fat and Mr munchie
Retaliation I shot him Corvail's house
With Randy and Wesley
Two severely spit two shells out
Exchange shot, Dre deuced then Meetha came up
Quit sleepin' nigga
The streets done changed up

This is my life, my strip, my past
It's my trifles, 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 strip, my beefs
This is my glory, this is my streets
This is our world
My fam and my friends in all city
My rights, my sin, it's my life

Ayy yo I never was a tough guy
Plus I handle mine wanna be stand alarmed
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 if my label, I'ma feed my niggas
This game ain't nuttin' I'ma leave my killers
I seen La Peace, he all smiles
Lowkey he's 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 as best as you know
I'll punchin' out in a minute
'bout to exit the show this is my life