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    "In My Life" Lyrics

    Memphis Bleek

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    In my life [echoes two times]
    In my life [echoes two times]

    In my life
    There's been heartache and pain
    In my life
    There's been heartache and pain
    There's been heartache and pain
    In my life
    There's been heartache and pain

    I'm still that regular, cetera cat, from the street
    Thuggin it, lovin my life as Memph Bleek
    But I'm stuck with, huggin that block, sellin that D
    Grew up with, nothin but killas and O.G.'s
    I'm the product of the ghetto 'til they bag me up
    With a bail stash in case they snatch me up
    I'm a soldier in this war and I resemble my pops
    I ain't nothin like him, that's where this criminal stop
    I provide for the fam, divide them grams
    Cook it, make flips, survival plans
    Bein successful, I had every intent
    But I went to the high school a playin the bench
    We live off wit, just like our switch-up strips
    I was raised by the gun so I switch up clips
    Gettin my hustle on, tryna switch up kicks
    I won't change bein thug, I won't switch up shit
    It's my life nigga


    I've put work in, for me to reach this level
    To let the world know that I speak for the ghetto
    I've been through the struggle, downfall and the hurt
    Puttin the close one, deep in the dirt
    I lost one a my road dogs in nine-eight
    I still see him everytime I look in his mom's face
    But don't cry (ma'), we gon' see the light
    I know he up in Heaven and he gon' lead us right
    I live by the street so I'm a die by the street
    As long as I'm alive his daughter'll never need
    We used to be this close
    But now it feel we this far apart, me and that nigga can't talk
    We can't bag and kick it, bag some bitches
    Only time I see 'em, is when I glance at pictures
    But I gotta face the fact, my nigga is gone
    But I'm a ride to the death, and still I mourn
    In my life nigga


    In my life [echoes two times]
    In my life [echoes two times]

    Sometimes I just grab the car keys and ride
    With no music, I'm just ridin the vibe
    I done came a long way, from usin the plate
    Touchin the eight, who would've thought I'd make it today
    It was just yesterday, moms waitin on the stamps
    The spot got shot up, and Dre still locked up
    It's me against the world with no brother, just a revolver
    And I ain't thinkin about seein tomorrow
    I got sixty-two grams and a six-shot eight
    With plans to hit the block and get shit straight
    But my dog just got shot, spot just got rushed
    I lost all my weight when the crack pot bust
    I was left with zip, zero, nothin
    That's when I realized that my life ain't 'bout nothin
    The world wouldn't understand Bleek in the street
    So I took it to the booth and gave y'all the speech

    [(Chorus) 2x]
    This song was submitted on December 24th, 2009 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Deborah Cox, Lascelles Stephens, Robin A Thicke.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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