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Yeah yeah oh Yeah oh Oh It was hard growing up like I did Seeing everybody had this and I ain’t never have shit Like fuck Christmas and a birthday, I ain’t never have gifts Living a broken life, like a nigga acting in spike script Hold on with the vice grip This just how motha fuckin life is Nigga, this is my life Sad that I would do it for a price B & E’s each and every single night, just to get the pockets right Split it up even amongst the guys Hard as fuck cuz it made the money tight Couldn’t even catch a break from the state, caught a case I was only thirteen, had a mask on the facе I was 5’5, had a nine on the waist I was smart as a bitch and let my mind go to wastе I was always on my own Making sure my moves were never known Young as fuck but I was moving grown Heart made of stone Always thought that I would be alone Even with the love that I was shown SongtexteNobody ever gave a real fuck about me, so why would I give a fuck about ye I was skinny, I was hungry, I ain’t have food to eat Making trouble on the double dutch that’s how I released It was hard growing up like I did Seeing everybody had this and I ain’t never have shit Like fuck Christmas and a birthday, I ain’t never have gifts Living a broken life like a nigga acting in spike script Hold on with the vice grip This just how motha fuckin life is I can't complain if I tried, a nigga only glad that he alive Dealing with the pain, gotta keep it bottled up inside I'm a black man, that’s how we survive Can't remember stable places, we was in n out of basements Laying on some carpet 'cause its better than the pavement Living in a motel, mama couldn’t make it Daddy had another bitch, guess he couldn’t face it Anything we ever gained he would try to come and take it If she ever spoke about it he would lose his fuckin patience Several different ways to beat her, can’t believe he's so creative Sad to say it to this day I still really fuckin hate him It was hard growing up like I did Seeing everybody had this and I ain’t never have shit Like fuck Christmas and a birthday I ain’t never have gifts Living a broken life like a nigga acting in spike script Hold on with the vice grip This just how motha fuckin life is Aus Songtexte Mania