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letra de my life - lil raider

[intro: lil raider]
huh
you know what it is
i’ma pour this sh-t up though
yeah
uh, yeah
let me take you on a trip, on a trip
my life
how i grew up
on some real sh-t

[verse 1: lil raider]
september 8th, 1984
mom gave birth to a precious little baby boy
dad must of been proud, staring at his pride and joy
no more havin’ fun, better go out and get employed
i know they tried, but mom tried a little harder
dad was on the streets, not really around to be a father
the year was like 86, livin’ on rocky hill, over by my uncle vic
time is gettin’ hard but even harder for me
growin’ up in the house where they was cookin’ up d
dad started slangin’ dope and started usin’ the d
north side, back [?] where i was stashin’ the beat
yeah, the year was ’89 and ain’t sh-t changed
the earthquake just hit, we prayin’ for better days
still broke, still hungry, searchin’ for better ways
dad sayin’ he gon’ change but he say that everyday
time and time again, promises broken
i guess that’s what you get when your parents are smokin’
’92, still young but i know the deal
moms always stressed out on how we gonna pay the bills
i’m only eight, attracted to the street life
nine years old, got into my first fist fight
started young, i was shootin’ out street lights
never really gave a f-ck, i’m out here tryna earn stripes
fast forward to ’96, i was only twelve-years-old but i was out here hittin’ l!cks
it’s goin’ down like celly-cel in ’98, that was the sh-t
right around the time i got jumped into the clique
200 block bruh, i’m street, man, i die for this
and everybody ain’t your friend so watch your back [?]
growin’ up in poverty, i know you see it’s obvious
had to sit down for three years and i’m not proud of this
released in like ’02, back to the streets
i mean i had no where to go to
back to gang bangin’, some real sh-t i had to go through
started writin’ raps, he was real before his gold tooth
did a whole album, dropped in like ’04
not too many homie rappers, woodie opened up the door
who woulda thought i’d sell my cd’s in the store
just tryna add it up so i can even up the score
tell me whatchu in it for, i hustle for a lil more
2005 i was still livin’ on the north
posted at they aunts house, everyday on the porch
lookin’ out for robbers, takin’ baby walks to the store
[?] used to pull up, all blue honda accord
mobbin’ through the town, bumpin’ that too $hort
playin’ hoes is a sport, i’ma need a full court
me and vava used to have ’em everyday at the park
some time p-ssed, probably like ’06
deep in the game, i’m just tryna stay focused
that’s when i got the phone call, i lost one of my closest
life is gettin’ crazy and i’m goin’ through motions
hennessy and lemon squeeze
i swear that it’s the recipe
on how to keep a grown man from losin’ it, mentally
i prayed to god so many times, i knew eventually
that something good gotta come from all this bad energy
october 3rd, two-zero-zero-seven, my son was born
got me starin’ up at the heavens
thankin’ god for this blessing that i just received
hopin’ he’s not testin’ me, with a trick up his sleeve
2008 came around, i’m still slangin’ d
tryna do good but the streets keep callin’ me
in and out the county jail, trouble seems to follow me
take a glimps of my life, autobiography
time is still tickin’, summer of ’09
dropped my fourth album, yeah, i’m goin’ for the goldmine
they predicted i’d be dead or in prison with no life
i’ll tell you what it’s like to be broke with no money, cold nights
the definition of struggle, finally made it out the bubble
had my second kid in 2010, you know i love you
anything for you, and nothing else comes above it
anybody f-ckin’ with you, we gon’ set it off in public
meanwhile, the phone calls still comin’
people still dyin’ from police, i’m still runnin’
2012, still the f-ckin’ same sh-t
ain’t sh-t changed but the money and the new whip
s500 when i pull up, cool-whip
lost a few homies ’cause we fell out over bullsh-t
and i don’t trust no-one, so i’m stayin’ with a full-clip
2014, i’m rockin’ with my new b-tch
all my thugs try like eazy-e, ruthless
suckas talk sh-t and they end up toothless
i be on my own sh-t, tryna get through this
i saw my lil homie last night on the news clip
2015 went by kinda quick
2016, i can’t believe i made this sh-t
baby number four on the way, man i’m made for this
my love is unconditional and no you cannot pay for this

[outro: lil raider]
yeah, from september 8th, 1984 to october 26th 2016
i speak nothin’ but the real
nothin’ but the truth you b-tch, understand this is my life
nasty thang, nasty gang
na-ssty
you b-tch
and i’m out

- lil raider

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