Joe Budden My Life Lyrics

[Chrous]
Hustling Trying to get that dough.
Anothey 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 & 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. Some shots wasnt water.
I started with weed. Then flooded blocks with Water
My pops not around. Moms saying im 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.

[Chrous]
Hustling Trying to get that dough.
Anothey 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 Americas Nightmare.
Young, Black & Trying to get rich. We ain't quite there.

[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____s can understand us.
And Nah, I ain't pulling my pants up.
Don't cross the street when you see me, n____, 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 'member 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 s___s on our shoulders.
We keep chipping at it as we get older
The Temps dropping and s___s getting colder.
Throw my Hood and Boots on, going out like a soldier.