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letra de all my life - magnetic

verse 1
my home life chemistry was twisted for real
moms c0ked out pops drunk up for real/
brother smoking on that rocky rock mix with dro
sisters out f–king everybody label a wh0r-/
come on fam what a life growing up in the hood
family tree burnt down striped to wood/
young g what ya’ll thought that this life was good
no love in the house so i ran to the hood/
age of 10 that’s when i hugged the block
pushing trades 2 dollars bottles filled with rocks/
1-1-5 lex where i started my grind
where i picked up this game to this life of crime/
a year done past started loving the block
dropped out of school met this wh0r- name glock/
my life done chance found a brand new friend
popped her good she screamed she my friend to the end/

hook: all my life.. i had to do what i had to, to survive for my life
all my life.. living in the jungle almost beasts i had to fight
all my life.. i was always told i’m not that sharpest tool up in
the box
all my life.. i took that rocky road felt in love made it a home

verse 2
i’m loving the game bubbling hard
running holes through my tims like bodyguard/
new breed balling in this big mans games
fast money, fast cars shout straight to the brain/
straight to the veins heart started pumping some love
att-tude switch up on some don’t give a f–k/
start popping them bottles 1-5-1- dark skin
popping them taps staying on that trip til it end/
visions blurry all i see is bodies and bones
age of 12 you no i ran from home/
with no direction made home the streets
embracing the cements going weeks with out sleep/
addicted to the power struggle life is a hustle
to this game with lost love but i love my pistol/
that ride or die never turn back on my
till i turned 13 when she barked at me/

verse 3
a year done past i’m 14 now
standing in front of the judge it’s about to go down/
in bold letter’s “god we trust” is all i see
next thing i heard 2 flat screamed at me/
oohwee a young g my boat just sunk
like being shot down by a swradoff pump/
no streets, no freaks, no more getting that paper
no more living the life as a nascar racer/
doing 180 in a 50 mile zone
2 years later no doubt i’m back at home/
with a master plan you know i hugged the block
back on the scene with about a million rocks/
the glock that had my heart that barked at me
she set me free send me right back to the streets/
with a heart of greed power to control the team
repeat after me, all my life!

- magnetic

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