Joe Budden - My Life lyrics

[Hook] Hustling trying to get that dough Another day, it's another struggle This is my life (My life, my life, my life, my life!) [Verse 1] You can take a kid out the slums, but never vice versa Across the street from dope, two lights from murder Ain't too many ways for me and pies to merger Now that mickey d's just slinging fries & burgers Had dreams of nice clothes, rolling in cars I had never seen working at that golden arch You see, I couldn't dribble much, jumpshot wasn't water I started with weed, then flooded blocks with water My pops not around, moms saying I'm hell bent Hell sent, just tried to help with the rent I'm paying bills at 16, you Gotta' love it Offered mom the bread, she ain't wanna touch it Said If I can't follow the rules, I gotta move Find a new hangout, then "Juice" came out Then tools came out, and I was feeling like Bishop Might as well go all out, you got one life so live it [Hook] Hustling trying to get that dough Another day, It's another struggle This is my life (My life, my life, my life, my life!) So what if my pants sag low? Just sit back and inhale that smoke This is my life (My life, my life, my life, my life!) [Verse 2] Look, It's not an album Dropouts get drunk, smoke dust Till you start feeling like you a falcon Contemplating jumping while you standing on the balco-ny Mix a little weed and this'll be the outcome More haze I puff made me feel like I was brave enough to Bust And ten grades was enough Tried to scare me straight, took my kicks and threw 'em Transparent lifers, I seen right through 'em They couldn't get to 'em, my money still flowing in Girls is watching, they now noticing Like here we go again, oh! Po-Po again On they walkie talkies saying "We got Joe again" Move at my own process, cool with every C.O Just skipped getting processed, thats what I call progress Digest us being America's Nightmare Young, black and trying to get rich, we ain't quite there [Hook] [Verse 3] I love Hip Hop culture, helps me get through my fans We buy clothes too big, it made us feel little for years Yeah, they tried to underhand us, we speak in our own slang So only our n***as can understand us And nah, I ain't pulling my pants up Don't cross the street when you see me, n***a, man up We trying to do everything they said we couldn't Wear my hat to the side cause society say I shouldn't I'm far from ashamed, I remember being yay' high watching "Purple Rain" The club owner sayin' "They ain't understanding ya' music, things change" How you tell Prince he wouldn't last in the game? And we feeling the same, thats sort of like what they told us Cause sh**s on our shoulders We keep chipping at it as we get older The temps dropping and sh**s getting colder Throw my hood and boots on, going out like a soldier [Hook]