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My life ain't all peaches and cream
This fame thing in this game bring more pain than it seem
I ain't tryin to be depressin, I'm grateful for my blessin
But sometimes it just feels like there's somethin missin
I got all the answers but ain't no questions
I wonder if God's just tryin to teach me a lesson
The situation's progressin, it's gettin stressin
I hope I don't fail my test and the heat is on
They say that pressure bust pipes so I keep my cool
And thank God for every breath of my life
I'm takin steps to the right but still I end up wrong
I'm built for the ocean but I'm stuck in this backyard pond
I'm tryin to maintain my pace in the place I belong
I'm goin for the gold but I keep gettin bronze
Who do I call to for advice when all my mentors gone
This is my life, this ain't just the words to my song
What do I do?
What do you do when them haters after you?
Keep it real and keep it true, get that dirt up off of you
Still swangin, bangin screw, Swishahouse like what it do?
Don't let them see the sweat on you, just keep it real
This one here is for Broderick Brown locked down
A 45 year sentence, I don't like how that sound
We been homies since middle school, we were childhood chums
But you got caught up with life in the slums
I'm thinkin 'bout where your life went
45 Years of your life spent with a aggravated robbery indictment
You plead guilty for a lesser charge
Even though the judge was harsh, God's still in charge
I be wishin that I could go back in time
And tell the judge that that 9 and that strap was mine
That would be fine but I guess it's too late for that
I know that court-appointed lawyer was wack, ain't it ironic though?
You in the Ferguson unit up in the pen
And the only way that we communicate is through a pen
Don't give up, just do what you do
Live your life, don't let your life live you, just keep on movin
What do you do when them haters after you?
Keep it real and keep it true, get that dirt up off of you
Still swangin, bangin screw, Swishahouse like what it do?
Don't let them see the sweat on you, just keep it real
People think my life is all about raps and such
If I'm supposed to have it good why is my life so rough?
I'm walkin straight but sometimes I need to lean on my crutch
Nobody told me life would get this tough, you gotta feel me though
Cause I ain't tryin to be sad
I thank God for everything I got and all the blessins I had
I work hard, I still grind all night in the lab
The best friends I ever had was a pen and a pad
Cause people talkin down, hatin on me
Yeah, we used to be down but now you're shady homie
I see 'em all up on the Internet debatin on me
Wonderin when will I flop, I know they waitin on me
A lot of rappers is jealous
Sayin all that we rap about is swangers
Mad cause they CD's below the shelf like hangers
Should I retaliate the hate and pay 'em back tenfold?
They got me runnin hot but I'm standin out in the cold
What do I do?
What do you do when them haters after you?
Keep it real and keep it true, get that dirt up off of you
Still swangin, bangin screw, Swishahouse like what it do?
Don't let them see the sweat on you, just keep it real
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