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My lifeMy life, really feelin hard timesLookin' out my window, holdin' my weapon like Malcolm X andAnd it seems I'm over-stressin', feelin' like hatin' is your professionAnd I know a couple Texans that got killed for over-reppin'So I never be oversteppin' boundaries bounded to my weaponWhen they ask me how I'm doin, I just tell 'em "I'm doin' super"I got a date with Destiny, allow me to introduce yaHer little sister Fate told me I'm gon' be the futureAnd legacy's everything to a Martin Luther King KoopaThis recession is so pathetic, got me feelin' like I'm athleticAnd success tryna get away from me and I ain't tryna let itWhen they told that Pimp was gone, my reply was "I don't get it"And I'm still havin trouble believin' it happened the way they said itHad to cut some partners off, swear to y'all it ain't my faultI've been grown since I was seven and I was born to be a bossBut I know there's a bunch of haters tryna see me take a lossSo I be sleepin' with one eye open and put cameras in my vaultI've been thinkin' and gettin' deep and they tryna tell I been preachin'But I know that they can't see how much of the world that I be reachin'So stop reachin, stop leachin, I'm a fade 'em out like bleach andIn the spots where they can't get out to is the spots I visit frequentEurope to UK and Germany, travellin' currentlyMade so much in millions that I could cash out in eternityAccustomed to hittin' customs with that duffle full of currencySongtexteWhen God created hustle, looked at the world and he inserted me, Koopa[Chorus: x4]I'm just livin' my life, so coldIn the streets so I'm takin' it slowUh, yeahI'll tell you my story, I only speak the truth homieIt a terrible situation, throwed on the curb within the hands of timeBut since I'm blistery breathing I guess a nigga livin' fineI live a life that's filled with dramatistic people cryin'And since the hood depend on me, they'll never lose a hand of mine (I gotcha)I'm paralysis when it come to the good times, I'm used to the painFeelin' like a bum under the bridge, I'm so used to the rainAnything I do is from the heart so it reflect my nameForgive me for my sins father, I feel like I'm goin' insaneMedia criticizing me for checking niggas, fuck it, oh wellI just wasn't raised a little pussy disrespected niggaI'm tryna live on my own by the ways of a gangsterSo every time I leave out I pray so I'm prayin' for a gangsterIt's bad enough the world we livin in all about moneySince we runnin' out I choose to believe it ain't nothin funnyI've been stabbed in my back so much I deal with itI'm tryna kick it with my life before heaven come chill with it[Chorus: x4]Last year was a hard one but life goes onThinkin' bout my nigga Pimp while I write this songAnd the list goes on, all my niggas is goneI'm tired of hearin' bad news, scared to pick up my phoneGot a call, my nigga Eddy died from Acres homeJust seen him at my video shoot, now that shit wrongKelvo, Arborea, even my girl ShantzI just heard word she got stabbed to death todayDear Lord, I pray that you take away the painFrom their family and their friends, please help us changeStill warm my niggas sleep dog, stessle and stankMy girl Dee Dee, they got me pourin' out my drankIt's fucked up, all my friends is dead or in the penSeem like soon as your life begin it's beginning to endI'm frustrated, but you gotta smile, your time is datedYou never know when showin' your love might be related, ha ha[Chorus: x4] Aus Songtexte Mania