Joe Budden - My Life lyrics
[Joe Budden - My Life lyrics]
Hustling trying to get that dough
Another day, it's another struggle
This is my life
(My life, my life, my life, my life)
You can take a kid out the slums
But never vice versa
Across the street from dope
Two lights from murder
Ain't too many ways for me and pies to merger
Now that mickey d's just
Slinging fries & burgers
Had dreams of nice clothes, rolling in cars
I had never seen working at that golden arch
You see, I couldn't dribble much
Jumpshot wasn't water i started with weed
Then flooded blocks with water
My pops not around, moms saying I'm hell bent
Hell sent, just tried to help with the rent
I'm paying bills at 16, you Gotta' love it
Offered mom the bread
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 trying to get that dough
Another day, It's another struggle
This is my life
(My life, my life, my life, my life)
So what if my pants sag low?
Just sit back and inhale that smoke
This is my life
(My life, my life, my life, my life)
Look, It's not an album
Dropouts get drunk, smoke dust
Till you start feeling like you a falcon
Contemplating jumping while you standing
On the balco-ny
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 to 'em
My money still flowing in
Girls is watching, they now noticing
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 CO
Just skipped getting processed
Thats what I call progress
Digest us being America's Nightmare
Young, black and trying to get rich
We ain't quite there
I love Hip Hop culture
Helps me get through my fans
We buy clothes too big
It 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
And 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
Thats 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 shit's getting colder
Throw my hood and boots on
Going out like a soldier
Another day, it's another struggle
This is my life
(My life, my life, my life, my life)
You can take a kid out the slums
But never vice versa
Across the street from dope
Two lights from murder
Ain't too many ways for me and pies to merger
Now that mickey d's just
Slinging fries & burgers
Had dreams of nice clothes, rolling in cars
I had never seen working at that golden arch
You see, I couldn't dribble much
Jumpshot wasn't water i started with weed
Then flooded blocks with water
My pops not around, moms saying I'm hell bent
Hell sent, just tried to help with the rent
I'm paying bills at 16, you Gotta' love it
Offered mom the bread
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 trying to get that dough
Another day, It's another struggle
This is my life
(My life, my life, my life, my life)
So what if my pants sag low?
Just sit back and inhale that smoke
This is my life
(My life, my life, my life, my life)
Look, It's not an album
Dropouts get drunk, smoke dust
Till you start feeling like you a falcon
Contemplating jumping while you standing
On the balco-ny
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 to 'em
My money still flowing in
Girls is watching, they now noticing
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 CO
Just skipped getting processed
Thats what I call progress
Digest us being America's Nightmare
Young, black and trying to get rich
We ain't quite there
I love Hip Hop culture
Helps me get through my fans
We buy clothes too big
It 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
And 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
Thats 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 shit's getting colder
Throw my hood and boots on
Going out like a soldier