[Intro: Styles P] My life Pharoahe Monch, Ayatollah Howie McDuffie, Holiday Styles Double R, Rawkus Records Pharoahe, talk to 'em Let 'em try to understand Let 'em try, let 'em try now
[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch] My life is all I have My rhymes, my pen, my pad And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me What you say now won't budge me 'Cause where I come from, so often People you grew up with are layin' in a coffin But I done made it through the pain and strife It's my time now, my world, my life, my life
[Verse 1: Styles P] Is based on lightin' blunts, loadin' guns Tellin' my lawyers to get the case gone I need the bills that the presidents got they face on So I could switch my residence Get a truck and a Lex Fuck a check, I no longer have to wait for 'em I made a couple ends, lost a couple friends I light a blunt 'cause never will the struggle end So you could judge a nigga, but you ain't got it You ain't in the role, so you really can't budge a nigga You oughta love a nigga For the fact that it's my world and my life but still I'm a rugged nigga They say, "You buggin' nigga, " fuck it, I'm a thuggin' nigga You talkin' bullshit then kick it with another nigga I got a bigger bed and I need a cover, nigga And I ain't got friends, I got enemies So if they with me, then that means they my brother, nigga
[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch] My life is all I have My rhymes, my pen, my pad And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me What you say now won't budge me 'Cause where I come from, so often People you grew up with are layin' in a coffin But I done made it through the pain and strife It's my time now, my world, my life, my life
[Verse 2: Styles P] Is a blunt to the head, a prayer for the dead Run around hustlin', scared of the feds They said, "Death is eternal sleep" But the only thing is you ain't really sure if you prepared for the bed So often we get murked in the head, instead of big money They got big mama hurtin' instead My life is makin' the verse But the handcuffs, the bullpens the jail cells is makin' it worse Tell mommy I don't go to the church Tell ahk I don't go to mosque I blow blunts, hold guns and I'ma be right there when the soldiers'll march I play my part and my heart seem colder than March But on the flipside of things, it's still warmer than June I have talks with the Lord and he'll be callin' me soon, what? And my life is all I have My family, my niggas, my flow, my grabs, what?
[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch] My life is all I have My rhymes, my pen, my pad And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me What you say now won't budge me 'Cause where I come from, so often People you grew up with are layin' in a coffin But I done made it through the pain and strife It's my time now, my world, my life, my life
My life
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