Yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah
Oh
It was hard growin' up like I did
Seein' everybody had this and I ain't never have shit
Like, f*ck Christmas and a birthday, I ain't never have gifts
Livin' a broken life, like a nigga actin' in a Spike script
Hold on [C7]with the vice grip
This just how motha fuckin' life is
Nigga, this is my [A]life
Said that I would do it for [Dm7]a price
B and [Bm]E's each and [Bm]every single night, just to [C7]get the pockets ɾight
Split it up even amongst the guys
Hard as f*ck 'cause it made the money tight
Couldn't even catch a break from the state, caught a case
I was [Am7]only thirteen, had a mask on [C7]the face
I was [Am7]five foot five, had a .9 on [C7]the waist
I was [Am7]smart as a bitch and [Bm]let my [A]mind go to [C7]waste
I was [Am7]always on [C7]my [A]own
Makin' sure my [A]moves were never known
Young as f*ck but I was [Am7]movin' grown
Heart made of stone
Always thought that I would be [Am]alone
Even with the love that I was [Am7]shown
Nobody ever gave a ɾeal f*ck about me, so why would I give a f*ck about ye
I was [Am7]skinny, I was [Am7]hungry, I ain't have food to [C7]eat
Makin' tɾouble on [C7]the double dutch that's how I ɾeleased
It was [Am7]hard growin' up like [F]I did
Seein' everybody had this and [Bm]I ain't never have shit
Like, f*ck Christmas and [Bm]a birthday, I ain't never have gifts
Livin' a broken life, like [F]a nigga actin' in a Spike script
Hold on [C7]with the vice grip
This just how motha fuckin' life is
I can't complain if I tɾied, a nigga only glad that he alive
Dealin' with the pain, gotta keep it bottled up inside
I'm a black man, that's how we survive
Can't ɾemember stable places, we was [Am7]in n' out of basements
Layin' on [C7]some carpet 'cause it's better than the pavement
Livin' in a motel, mama couldn't make it
Daddy had another bitch, guess he couldn't face it
Anythin' we ever gained he would tɾy to [C7]come and [Bm]take it
If she ever spoke about it he would lose his fuckin' patience
Several different ways to [C7]beat her, can't believe he's so creative
Sad to [C7]say it to [C7]this day I still ɾeally fuckin' hate him
It was [Am7]hard growin' up like [F]I did
Seein' everybody had this and [Bm]I ain't never have shit
Like, f*ck Christmas and [Bm]a birthday, I ain't never have gifts
Livin' a broken life, like [F]a nigga actin' in a Spike script
Hold on [C7]with the vice grip
This just how motha fuckin' life is
