Memphis Bleek - In My Life Lyrics
In my life (echoes two times)In my life (echoes two times)(chorus)In my lifeTheres been heartache and painIn my lifeTheres been heartache and painTheres been heartache and painIn my lifeTheres been heartache and painIm still that regular, cetera cat, from the streetThuggin it, lovin my life as memph bleekBut Im stuck with, huggin that block, sellin that dGrew up with, nothin but killas and o.g.sIm the product of the ghetto til they bag me upWith a bail stash in case they snatch me upIm a soldier in this war and I resemble my popsI aint nothin like him, thats where this criminal stopI provide for the fam, divide them gramsCook it, make flips, survival plansBein successful, I had every intentBut I went to the high school a playin the benchWe live off wit, just like our switch-up stripsI was raised by the gun so I switch up clipsGettin my hustle on, tryna switch up kicksI wont change bein thug, I wont switch up shitIts my life nigga(chorus)Ive put work in, for me to reach this levelTo let the world know that I speak for the ghettoIve been through the struggle, downfall and the hurtPuttin the close one, deep in the dirtI lost one a my road dogs in nine-eightI still see him everytime I look in his moms faceBut dont cry (ma), we gon see the lightI know he up in heaven and he gon lead us rightI live by the street so Im a die by the streetAs long as Im alive his daughterll never needWe used to be this closeBut now it feel we this far apart, me and that nigga cant talkWe cant bag and kick it, bag some *****esOnly time I see em, is when I glance at picturesBut I gotta face the fact, my nigga is goneBut Im a ride to the death, and still I mournIn my life nigga(chorus)In my life (echoes two times)In my life (echoes two times)Sometimes I just grab the car keys and rideWith no music, Im just ridin the vibeI done came a long way, from usin the plateTouchin the eight, who wouldve thought Id make it todayIt was just yesterday, moms waitin on the stampsThe spot got shot up, and dre still locked upIts me against the world with no brother, just a revolverAnd I aint thinkin about seein tomorrowI got sixty-two grams and a six-shot eightWith plans to hit the block and get shit straightBut my dog just got shot, spot just got rushedI lost all my weight when the crack pot bustI was left with zip, zero, nothinThats when I realized that my life aint bout nothinThe world wouldnt understand bleek in the streetSo I took it to the booth and gave yall the speech(chorus) 2x