Mr. Serv-on - I Hate The Way I Live Lyrics
I got money, I got fame, I got houses, cars, stupid shitThought everything would be alrightThought Id do something for my momsIm telling you, I love you momI love you babyEryn cierra, I love youHa ha, I hate the way I liveI hate the way, I hate it, I hate itCmon, cmon, cmonChorus: repeat 2xNiggaz close to me too scared to let me flyNiggaz close to me aint scared to let me dieWhat Im ridin for, aint nobody fightin for, ya heard me?I hate the way I live, I hate the way I live (cmon, cmon)[mr. serv-on]Niggaz act like we was closeI could see it in they eyes, what we had went up in smokeWe used to laugh and jokeWhen money was small, time to changeI thought everybody would ball, thought if I could call back our lifeI guess the bad times when we was broke and down to fightIm back to back, pass me a strap, but I feel assed outIts like Im the only nigga screamin for the poor niggas down southThe rain seem to cover my tearsI remember the days stealin out of searsHow am I ever anticipated by *****es killin niggas doing timeAnd gang related, somebody feel my painI thought Id change, thought I had so much to giveI made a little money, but I hate the way I liveI hate the way I live, cmonChorus 2x[mr. serv-on]See my lifeIf it was a book Id tell my homies turn back the pageCause it be like Im a little childWalking in a mans body lookin for a better ageCause when I was two I lost my pops and I aint know what to doI know what they put my moms through,Working her fingers to the boneIt was like she was stabbin at her head stoneGet home alone, trying to become a man in this *****in killers worldAnd I look up now Im a father with two girlsWhat should I do (I love them both)Hope last, but then I look at the pastSee how many niggas fell downAnd now Im sayin damn I could scream for a townIll always be rowdy, and Im always ready to rideBut I put this tank on my chestAnd Ill tell you niggas I aint scared to dieWhen I write about it, lot of niggaz read about it, yall dream about itWhat up, yall niggaz cant ***** with what I stand forIm a nigga thatll live this game,Nigga what you ride for, I know what Id die forAnd when the time come nigga Im a be my mamas sonAnd Im a blast till there aint no more, cmonChorus 2x[mr. serv-on]I sit back and I watch women, yall hooked on crackAnd then I say God damn that makes me wanna just pull my strapGet em, get em! the fool out there thats sellin it to emThey pregnant with a babyI see em through it, I dont and I go crazy if it was my ladyI gotta look back, thats the way life is in these streetsLook back then one day you standing upAnd one day itll knock you off your feetYou got tags on em, I get back and I sit back,(whats my name? ) you see Im serv-onBut the thangs gon change my fame, maybe if you know my nameIts better than what I canThats why I try to shield some of these peopleYou gotta be what only God let youBut then at the same time ima be a +devil+ and get with the +advocate+Take it to another level, thats my game, thats my styleYoull never understand what it means to be a father of the childYall just full of hate, I look back and try to escapeDeep into my dreams, (I hate it) but this is the way it isIve been a fiend, Ive been oneCmonChorus 2x
