Styles P, Pharoahe Monch - The Life lyrics
[Styles P, Pharoahe Monch - The Life lyrics]
Howie McDuffie, 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
And I done made it through the struggle
Don't judge me
What you say now won't budge me
'Cause where I come from, so often
People you grew up with are
Layin' in a coffin
But I done made it through
The pain and 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 could switch my residence
Get a truck and 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 'cause never
Will the struggle end
So you could 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 and 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 and I need a cover, nigga
And I ain't got friends, I got enemies
So if they with me, then
That means they my brother, nigga
My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
And I done made it through the struggle
Don't judge me
What you say now won't budge me
'Cause where I come from, so often
People you grew up with are
Layin' in a coffin
But I done made it through
The pain and 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 murked in the head
Instead of big money
They got big mama 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 ahk I don't go to mosque
I blow blunts, hold guns
And I'ma be right there
When the soldiers'll march
I play my part and my
Heart seem colder than March
But on the flipside of things
It's still warmer than June
I have talks with the Lord and
He'll be callin' me soon, what?
And my life is all I have
My family, my niggas, my flow, my grabs
What?
My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
And I done made it through the struggle
Don't judge me
What you say now won't budge me
'Cause where I come from, so often
People you grew up with are
Layin' in a coffin
But I done made it through
The pain and strife
It's my time now, my world, my life, my life
My life