Party Arty - A Look at My Life lyrics

[Verse 1] Mommy got high Daddy was a cop My brother got fly Me I was a flop Was supposed to play ball, college and go pro Instead I wanna rap, bust gats and smoke 'dro And if you don't know, 'bout a n***a like P This is The Diary, without MTV I grew up in the Bronx, New York City Home of Hip-Hop, and it ain't nothin' pretty Everything's dirty 'til it breaks my heart So I play my part 'til I make the charts And I keep it gully, I'mma say my part All the girls they love me, I'm like the ace of hearts But you don't know what I'm into, or what I've been through Might sound sentimental on instrumental I went through so much and remembered so little From the lights to the ice my life is no riddle [Verse 2] Hells yeah mamma dukes was on welfare $68.50 every two weeks n***a We tryin' to figure out how we goin' eat n***a A free-lunch n***a straight to street n***a Shortys and thugs sippin's 40's and bud I had the four and the snub on the corner with d** That's when I got shot and my daughter was born Squeaky did her thing when that water was on I started going hard once the quarter was gone Twenty-five grams of pain down the drain I know it sounds insane and a little bit of work Put a n***a on top from a little bit of dirt Was a little bit of hurt moms never knew why Said f** high school I went to school (high) Even in junior high school I went to school (high) [Verse 3] I was a molested child, stressed and wowed Well-rested now, success is now So much drama it's hard to talk about it So much pride it's hard to walk without it 2004 see me investing Rest in Peace to Lee-Lee and Preston Where the f** is Vee-Vee and D-Rock Cousin wildin' out up in Queensbridge You know I'm over there with the heat co*ked Life goes on no matter when the f**ing beat stops I peeped cops, beat pops 'til he dropped And it ain't over, me and my n***as ain't sober Can't sell d** no more, the game over But the Feds say I'm pushin' weight like 500 pushups straight Shorty says she cooked a steak so you know I took a plate Hooker weight, you ain't hear about I was a cook upstate Stood up late thinkin' how the beat say, the hood is bait