[Intro]

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This is-

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[Verse 1]

This is my life y'all and what really happened

Sherallene Holton loved McKinley Jackson

They got to touching and fucking, busting nuts and

No husband, nine months later, ten to seven something

Ghetto youngin, Pops in L.A., him and moms parted ways

He start producing Jones Girls and Marvin Gaye

Moms was running numbers, rollin' in the Nova

Living with Zara and Joya, PA and Stopa

Pop sent the loot but mom had better plans, to see her boy become a man

Give me a better chance than my ghetto friends

I learned real young to obey my feelings

Went to school with rich kids, came home to play with killers

My days grew iller, moms got me a step-pops

One big fam (Shit) I guess not

My chest hot, him and moms is sniffing

My grandma tried to tell her watch Shaun he's different

[Refrain]

This is my life, my script, my past, my travels

[Verse 2]

Beefin' with step pappy moved to Harper and Burns

Peter hung gangstas, pointing TEC's at me

Moms saying to do this, my pops is so cool that it's not

Yellin' at Damien, 'cause ain't no food in the spot (I'm hungry!)

They wanna sell rocks, Luke get murdered on the block

Fifteen with a son, where's the gun, what's the plot?

Let me turn to block out, big Sams to watch out

Me and Three, B 'n E then we run like DMC

This shit is me from Proof to Harry

To runnin' up on fools with my nigga for Goofy Gary

It's big James, he slang his thangs out of country

First time I got shot at with Bubba Fat and Mr. Munchie

Retaliation I shot up Carvale's house

With Randy and Wesley, 270 spit them shells out

Chain shot, Dre Dukes then Meetha came up

Quit sleepin' nigga, the streets done changed up

[Hook]

Now this is my life, my script, my past

It's my travels, my times, this is our world

My fam, my friends in our city

My rights, my sin, it's my story

This is my life, my script, my beefs

This is my glory, this is my streets

This is our world, my fam and my friends

And our city, my rights, my sin, it's my life

[Verse 3]

Ay yo I never was a tough guy, plus I handle mine

Wanna beef stand in line, wish I could turn back the hands of time

With Cleveland you heard everyday in the trenches

Obie gave me my daughter and Tay gave me stitches

I got away with bitches, wifey's gay now

And me and Stuckey been dogs and fam since yea high

Trick-Trick is stressed, Jew Mike's a snitch

I miss Eye-Kyu and Double D he ain't shit

And I.F. my label, I'ma feed my niggas

This game ain't nuttin' I'ma need my killers

I seen La Peace, he all smiles

Lo-Key is lowkey, he know me I'm low down

Collectively raw, what you checkin' me for?

Got a TEC in my drawers, put your neck on the floor

A lesson to grow, y'all shit it's best that you know

I'm punchin' out in a minute, 'bout to exit the show

This is my life