My Life Story

(TJ produced it)

Ooh woah, oh-oh

I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code

(Key Gang got the keys jumpin')

Oh, yeah

Sometimes I think about my life as a red rose

Some Guccis on, walking 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 crossroad

Fifty-one, fifty, I was taught to scribe and stick to my oath

Fifty-fifty I split the pardon and they still come back for more

Just like Ricky, hit me with backshots and left me all on my own

Still I'm like 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 feeling

Never understood what that shit really meant

Momma smokin' dope, right there by [Rufus?] house, since I 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 on my dick, who been there for me? That's one thing I remember

Oh you were legit from hitting licks, now you longer a member

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 crossroad

Fifty-one, fifty, I was taught to scribe and stick to my oath

Fifty-fifty I split the pardon and they still come back for more

Just like Ricky, hit me with backshots and left me all on my own

Second from first, I can't accept it, out of all them things I can go for

Listen to OG preach like the reverend, we still ain't got nothin' to show for

Got tired of seeing grandma stressin', looking to the sky like: Why? Oh Lord

Live by the knife, die by the Western, that's the question for ol' boy

Didn't make it out, was always dancin', I 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 blessing

Them bottom boys, knew I was special from that song in my section

'Cause where I'm from, catch a body it's exciting, yeah

Whole lotta gang indictments, yeah

Whole lotta bullets flying, yeah

Whole lotta people dying, yeah

Whole lotta mommas crying, yeah

[?] war all about the streets

Livin' out this all that he knows

[?] like one day we gon' blow it

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 crossroad

Fifty-one, fifty, I was taught to scribe and stick to my oath

Fifty-fifty I split the pardon and still come back 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

Rolling down in Melrose

Ayy, ayy