Yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah
Oh
It was hard growin' up like I did
Seein' everybody had this and I ain't never have shit
Like, f*ck Christmas and a birthday, I ain't never have gifts
Livin' a broken life, like a nigga actin' in a Spike script
Hold on with the vice grip
This just how motha f*ckin' life is
Nigga, this is my life
Said that I would do it for a price
B and E's each and every single night, just to get the pockets right
Split it up even amongst the guys
Hard as f*ck 'cause it made the money tight
Couldn't even catch a break from the state, caught a case
I was only thirteen, had a mask on the face
I was five foot five, had a .9 on the waist
I was smart as a bitch and let my mind go to waste
I was always on my own
Makin' sure my moves were never known
Young as f*ck but I was movin' grown
Heart made of stone
Always thought that I would be alone
Even with the love that I was shown
Nobody ever gave a real f*ck about me, so why would I give a f*ck about ye
I was skinny, I was hungry, I ain't have food to eat
Makin' trouble on the double dutch that's how I released
It was hard growin' up like I did
Seein' everybody had this and I ain't never have shit
Like, f*ck Christmas and a birthday, I ain't never have gifts
Livin' a broken life, like a nigga actin' in a Spike script
Hold on with the vice grip
This just how motha f*ckin' life is
I can't complain if I tried, a nigga only glad that he alive
Dealin' with the pain, gotta keep it bottled up inside
I'm a black man, that's how we survive
Can't remember stable places, we was in n' out of basements
Layin' on some carpet 'cause it's better than the pavement
Livin' in a motel, mama couldn't make it
Daddy had another bitch, guess he couldn't face it
Anythin' we ever gained he would try to come and take it
If she ever spoke about it he would lose his f*ckin' patience
Several different ways to beat her, can't believe he's so creative
Sad to say it to this day I still really f*ckin' hate him
It was hard growin' up like I did
Seein' everybody had this and I ain't never have shit
Like, f*ck Christmas and a birthday, I ain't never have gifts
Livin' a broken life, like a nigga actin' in a Spike script
Hold on with the vice grip
This just how motha f*ckin' life is
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Yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah
Oh
It was hard growin' up like I did
Seein' everybody had this and I ain't never have shit
Like, f*ck Christmas and a birthday, I ain't never have gifts
Livin' a broken life, like a nigga actin' in a Spike script
Hold on with the vice grip
This just how motha f*ckin' life is
Nigga, this is my life
Said that I would do it for a price
B and E's each and every single night, just to get the pockets right
Split it up even amongst the guys
Hard as f*ck 'cause it made the money tight
Couldn't even catch a break from the state, caught a case
I was only thirteen, had a mask on the face
I was five foot five, had a .9 on the waist
I was smart as a bitch and let my mind go to waste
I was always on my own
Makin' sure my moves were never known
Young as f*ck but I was movin' grown
Heart made of stone
Always thought that I would be alone
Even with the love that I was shown
Nobody ever gave a real f*ck about me, so why would I give a f*ck about ye
I was skinny, I was hungry, I ain't have food to eat
Makin' trouble on the double dutch that's how I released
It was hard growin' up like I did
Seein' everybody had this and I ain't never have shit
Like, f*ck Christmas and a birthday, I ain't never have gifts
Livin' a broken life, like a nigga actin' in a Spike script
Hold on with the vice grip
This just how motha f*ckin' life is
I can't complain if I tried, a nigga only glad that he alive
Dealin' with the pain, gotta keep it bottled up inside
I'm a black man, that's how we survive
Can't remember stable places, we was in n' out of basements
Layin' on some carpet 'cause it's better than the pavement
Livin' in a motel, mama couldn't make it
Daddy had another bitch, guess he couldn't face it
Anythin' we ever gained he would try to come and take it
If she ever spoke about it he would lose his f*ckin' patience
Several different ways to beat her, can't believe he's so creative
Sad to say it to this day I still really f*ckin' hate him
It was hard growin' up like I did
Seein' everybody had this and I ain't never have shit
Like, f*ck Christmas and a birthday, I ain't never have gifts
Livin' a broken life, like a nigga actin' in a Spike script
Hold on with the vice grip
This just how motha f*ckin' life is
Yeah
Oh
It was hard growin' up like I did
Seein' everybody had this and I ain't never have shit
Like, f*ck Christmas and a birthday, I ain't never have gifts
Livin' a broken life, like a nigga actin' in a Spike script
Hold on with the vice grip
This just how motha f*ckin' life is
Nigga, this is my life
Said that I would do it for a price
B and E's each and every single night, just to get the pockets right
Split it up even amongst the guys
Hard as f*ck 'cause it made the money tight
Couldn't even catch a break from the state, caught a case
I was only thirteen, had a mask on the face
I was five foot five, had a .9 on the waist
I was smart as a bitch and let my mind go to waste
I was always on my own
Makin' sure my moves were never known
Young as f*ck but I was movin' grown
Heart made of stone
Always thought that I would be alone
Even with the love that I was shown
Nobody ever gave a real f*ck about me, so why would I give a f*ck about ye
I was skinny, I was hungry, I ain't have food to eat
Makin' trouble on the double dutch that's how I released
It was hard growin' up like I did
Seein' everybody had this and I ain't never have shit
Like, f*ck Christmas and a birthday, I ain't never have gifts
Livin' a broken life, like a nigga actin' in a Spike script
Hold on with the vice grip
This just how motha f*ckin' life is
I can't complain if I tried, a nigga only glad that he alive
Dealin' with the pain, gotta keep it bottled up inside
I'm a black man, that's how we survive
Can't remember stable places, we was in n' out of basements
Layin' on some carpet 'cause it's better than the pavement
Livin' in a motel, mama couldn't make it
Daddy had another bitch, guess he couldn't face it
Anythin' we ever gained he would try to come and take it
If she ever spoke about it he would lose his f*ckin' patience
Several different ways to beat her, can't believe he's so creative
Sad to say it to this day I still really f*ckin' hate him
It was hard growin' up like I did
Seein' everybody had this and I ain't never have shit
Like, f*ck Christmas and a birthday, I ain't never have gifts
Livin' a broken life, like a nigga actin' in a Spike script
Hold on with the vice grip
This just how motha f*ckin' life is
Writer: Andrej Marko, Morae Ruffin, Peter Gogola
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave