I Come From... A Rapper's Life

January 24, 2012
This is me, still the same
They want the hits, I played the game
No auto tunes, but you can feel the pain
It all comes spilling out like I hit a vein
What up lil bro, what up slumville
I hope you know that y’all the reason I had fun still
And every rapper thinks that we sign for 1 mil. , equal opportunity rapping that stuff is unreal
That ain’t how it works, that it ain’t how it goes and I be getting by just to balance out the lows
And I could use a writer just to balance out my flows,
But I never share my thoughts this is all a person knows
And every time I try it opens up my eyes these verses are a chance to be remembered in reprise,
And I will be performing this as long as I’m alive so every word I utter will be mine.

I never cried when pap died, but I probably will when mom does
And if my tears hold value then I drop one for every single thing she showed us
And I be standing in a puddle, I stay away from people that can land me in some trouble
And I’m so tired of bein’ subtle, It’s just me and family standing in a huddle
I hope this isn’t one of those forever things; it’s funny how money can change everything

Look forget all yall we ignore feelings here, premature millionaires welcome to my realist year
I swear we making a killing here, I should be on top of the world just chillen here
But its funny having fans who find you before anybody has the chance
So they can build you to be the biggest in the game, sometime I’m not even there, therefore my stuff don’t feel the same
Every girl I meet thinks I’m always guna go
The honesty in music has left me to expose
All my old friends think I got a new crowd
And people seem to notice every time I do smile
Which means you come few and far between
Even though I’m living out what you would call a dream

I pray my family will stay together, but for now it’s now or never.

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