All My Life

Album: Mail on Sunday (2008)
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  • [Chorus: x2]
    All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
    All my life, riding dirty on the highway
    All my life and it all changed in one day
    All my life it's the moment I been waiting on

    The hood never caused but they all was hard
    His kind never represented love at all
    Purple hearts in the hood, them ghetto scars
    Where every time I see my daddy it was just a mirage
    Now my mammy need a mechanic when the car wouldn't start
    I couldn't understand it, even told it to god
    Now my family in jeans, headed straight to the top
    Access granted with this empty can of starch
    No not the Bentley liquor store got robbed
    Yellow tape was the moon every night on the block
    Surrounded by the stars them dirty cars
    Dreadlocks in the grill try to camouflage
    Gotta make it out for real for I be at large
    I wrote XXL in the view of my squad
    Got a record on the shelf they say I'm good at the mall
    Gotta learn to help myself no sugar to borrow
    Cause

    [Chorus: x2]

    A four course meal every first of the month
    Everybody in the projects family home
    Don't know you till the DJ like I want some
    But before thanksgiving, was a catholic nun
    Crabs in the bucket dirty 11 to 1
    Without the struggle probably never would'a heard of Lebron
    Try and juggle in the casket wit ya sister Lavonne
    Suicide, live lavish at the tip of my tongue
    Only thing come to ratchet was the 23rd song
    Yeah it could of been tragic for the boy from the scums
    Yeah he got the craft-matic no rest till I won
    Life took a stab at him couldn't punch him alone
    Born near the savages kinda made me numb
    Two doors from where the dope boi magic was slung
    It was real not a fancy, they'd kill ya for crumbs
    Only reason why I rap, keep from being a bum
    Cause

    [Chorus: x2]

    Sitting here, reminiscing,
    Of all the nights I had to grind
    Taking chances with the system,
    I put my whole life on the line
    All my life know it ain't been sweet
    All my life I been in the streets
    All my life up against concrete
    All my life mama gave me the speech
    All my life somebody died every week
    All my life ducking the police
    All my life without soda I weeped
    All my life no first class seats

    [Chorus: x2] Writer/s: LADAMON DOUGLAS, TREMAR DILLARD
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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