My Life - Memphis Bleek

Yeah… I mean, M.A.D.E, no mob shit

Money, Attitude, Direction, and Education… some real

Shit

Think about my hood one time, my hood… it's trippin'

Thinkin I’ve changed, crossed niggas

Where we go wrong

I’m from that two-bedroom apartment, Marcy

5−3-4, that middle building… yeah, they say it started me

I’m new to it but consider me young

Seen it all happen, ain’t understand what was done

But, all I wanted was the fly kicks fly shit

Little nigga but still kept a fly bitch

And back then it was love in the hood

Knuckle up with ya dog and fuck it, it’s all good

Now, I’m in the crib rippin up to go to war with 'em

Same little niggas I used to steal from the store with 'em

I go and get 'em from school

Used to take the same bus, same train back then we was cool

I broke bread at lunch with 'em

And if mom’s left me with two singles, then you know

I’m splittin one with 'em

We cut school in the building I lived in, one floor higher

Smokin and gettin higher

Damn, think of age, now we locked up north

It was like yesterday we was practicin sports

Went from flippin on mats now he flippin in the box

Locked twenty-three hours up a day, he in the max

Ain’t no lookin back because this life goes on

We was kids didn’t care about the rights and wrongs

But, nobody judged us the ghetto loved us

Streets, the only thing that ever took something from us

I lost a couple friends

But I promised and prayed that if I make it, Im’a see 'em again

I admit, I was wild as a child

And my mom’s ain’t like none of my friends who use to call me Ismhael

My brother stayed on punishment, mama found out he hustle and

Found couple jacks, her plan she thought of flushin it

Me, I’m in the streets I swore, never change

My brother caught a case, I came up, won’t do the same

It’s all about my days, this is all about my nights

This is all about my pain, this is all about my life

I got my first work, about the age of fourteen

My brother fighting a case his bail was fourteen

Me, still hustlin, school not going

My clothes started changin, the money started showin

My right hand was owing every ho we know

She represent us through the ghetto every hood we know

He put me on on that traffic, though the money was average

I ain’t care I learned how to handle that package

Then, a body dropped, O locked for minute

The squad it never died, I was left to represent it

Took a nigga out his crib his name I ain’t gon' mention it

Know this hit home, I know this nigga listenin

Cause we was tighter than brothers where did the love go

I called your mother my mom’s dog, I let the love show

This was supposed to be us

You was supposed to have the next verse dog, this was supposed to be us

And, you know I taught you the streets, taught you to pitch in

I gave you that gear got you all the bitches

I never thought you ever cross me dog

If they back me down in the corner, get 'em off me dog

Now I see exactly where we went wrong

When I spin through the hood and I see him, I keep it goin

Now the ghetto lookin at me like I changed

But, I’m still that regular nigga I’m still the same