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