Lyric In My Life
In my life [echoes two times]
In my life [echoes two times]
[Chorus]
In my life
There s been heartache and pain
In my life
There s been heartache and pain
There s been heartache and pain
In my life
There s been heartache and pain
I m still that regular, cetera cat, from the street
Thuggin it, lovin my life as Memph Bleek
But I m stuck with, huggin that block, sellin that D
Grew up with, nothin but killas and O.G. s
I m the product of the ghetto til they bag me up
With a bail stash in case they snatch me up
I m a soldier in this war and I resemble my pops
I ain t nothin like him, that s where this criminal stop
I provide for the fam, divide them grams
Cook it, make flips, survival plans
Bein successful, I had every intent
But I went to the high school a playin the bench
We live off wit, just like our switch-up strips
I was raised by the gun so I switch up clips
Gettin my hustle on, tryna switch up kicks
I won t change bein thug, I won t switch up shit
It s my life nigga
[Chorus]
I ve put work in, for me to reach this level
To let the world know that I speak for the ghetto
I ve been through the struggle, downfall and the hurt
Puttin the close one, deep in the dirt
I lost one a my road dogs in nine-eight
I still see him everytime I look in his mom s face
But don t cry (ma ), we gon see the light
I know he up in Heaven and he gon lead us right
I live by the street so I m a die by the street
As long as I m alive his daughter ll never need
We used to be this close
But now it feel we this far apart, me and that nigga can t talk
We can t bag and kick it, bag some bitches
Only time I see em, is when I glance at pictures
But I gotta face the fact, my nigga is gone
But I m a ride to the death, and still I mourn
In my life nigga
[Chorus]
In my life [echoes two times]
In my life [echoes two times]
Sometimes I just grab the car keys and ride
With no music, I m just ridin the vibe
I done came a long way, from usin the plate
Touchin the eight, who would ve thought I d make it today
It was just yesterday, moms waitin on the stamps
The spot got shot up, and Dre still locked up
It s me against the world with no brother, just a revolver
And I ain t thinkin about seein tomorrow
I got sixty-two grams and a six-shot eight
With plans to hit the block and get shit straight
But my dog just got shot, spot just got rushed
I lost all my weight when the crack pot bust
I was left with zip, zero, nothin
That s when I realized that my life ain t bout nothin
The world wouldn t understand Bleek in the street
So I took it to the booth and gave y all the speech
[(Chorus) 2x]
In my life [echoes two times]
[Chorus]
In my life
There s been heartache and pain
In my life
There s been heartache and pain
There s been heartache and pain
In my life
There s been heartache and pain
I m still that regular, cetera cat, from the street
Thuggin it, lovin my life as Memph Bleek
But I m stuck with, huggin that block, sellin that D
Grew up with, nothin but killas and O.G. s
I m the product of the ghetto til they bag me up
With a bail stash in case they snatch me up
I m a soldier in this war and I resemble my pops
I ain t nothin like him, that s where this criminal stop
I provide for the fam, divide them grams
Cook it, make flips, survival plans
Bein successful, I had every intent
But I went to the high school a playin the bench
We live off wit, just like our switch-up strips
I was raised by the gun so I switch up clips
Gettin my hustle on, tryna switch up kicks
I won t change bein thug, I won t switch up shit
It s my life nigga
[Chorus]
I ve put work in, for me to reach this level
To let the world know that I speak for the ghetto
I ve been through the struggle, downfall and the hurt
Puttin the close one, deep in the dirt
I lost one a my road dogs in nine-eight
I still see him everytime I look in his mom s face
But don t cry (ma ), we gon see the light
I know he up in Heaven and he gon lead us right
I live by the street so I m a die by the street
As long as I m alive his daughter ll never need
We used to be this close
But now it feel we this far apart, me and that nigga can t talk
We can t bag and kick it, bag some bitches
Only time I see em, is when I glance at pictures
But I gotta face the fact, my nigga is gone
But I m a ride to the death, and still I mourn
In my life nigga
[Chorus]
In my life [echoes two times]
In my life [echoes two times]
Sometimes I just grab the car keys and ride
With no music, I m just ridin the vibe
I done came a long way, from usin the plate
Touchin the eight, who would ve thought I d make it today
It was just yesterday, moms waitin on the stamps
The spot got shot up, and Dre still locked up
It s me against the world with no brother, just a revolver
And I ain t thinkin about seein tomorrow
I got sixty-two grams and a six-shot eight
With plans to hit the block and get shit straight
But my dog just got shot, spot just got rushed
I lost all my weight when the crack pot bust
I was left with zip, zero, nothin
That s when I realized that my life ain t bout nothin
The world wouldn t understand Bleek in the street
So I took it to the booth and gave y all the speech
[(Chorus) 2x]
