I got money, I got fame, I got houses, cars, stupid shit
Thought everything would be alright
Thought I`d do something for my moms
I`m telling you, I love you mom
I love you baby
Eryn Cierra, I love you
Ha ha, I hate the way I live
I hate the way, I hate it, I hate it
C`mon, c`mon, c`mon
Chorus: repeat 2X
Niggaz close to me too scared to let me fly
Niggaz close to me ain`t scared to let me die
What I`m ridin for, ain`t nobody fightin for, ya heard me?
I hate the way I live, I hate the way I live (c`mon, c`mon)
[Mr. Serv-On]
Niggaz act like we was close
I could see it in they eyes, what we had went up in smoke
We used to laugh and joke
When money was small, time to change
I thought everybody would ball, thought if I could call back our life
I guess the bad times when we was broke and down to fight
I`m back to back, pass me a strap, but I feel assed out
It`s like I`m the only nigga screamin for the poor niggas down south
The rain seem to cover my tears
I remember the days stealin out of Sears
How am I ever anticipated by bitches killin niggas doing time
And gang related, somebody feel my pain
I thought I`d change, thought I had so much to give
I made a little money, but I hate the way I live
I hate the way I live, c`mon
Chorus 2X
[Mr. Serv-On]
See my life
If it was a book I`d tell my homies turn back the page
Cause it be like I`m a little child
walking in a man`s body lookin for a better age
Cause when I was two I lost my pops and I ain`t know what to do
I know what they put my moms through,
working her fingers to the bone
It was like she was stabbin at her head stone
Get home alone, trying to become a man in this fuckin killers world
And I look up now I`m a father with two girls
what should I do (I love them both)
Hope last, but then I look at the past
See how many niggas fell down
And now I`m sayin damn I could scream for a town
I`ll always be rowdy, and I`m always ready to ride
But I put this tank on my chest
and I`ll tell you niggas I ain`t scared to die
When I write about it, lot of niggaz read about it, y`all dream about it
What up, y`all niggaz can`t fuck with what I stand for
I`m a nigga that`ll live this game,
nigga what you ride for, I know what I`d die for
And when the time come nigga I`m a be my mama`s son
And I`m a blast till there ain`t no more, c`mon
Chorus 2X
[Mr. Serv-On]
I sit back and I watch women, y`all hooked on crack
And then I say god damn that makes me wanna just pull my strap
Get em, get em! The fool out there that`s sellin it to em
They pregnant with a baby
I see em through it, I don`t and I go crazy if it was my lady
I gotta look back, that`s the way life is in these streets
Look back then one day you standing up
And one day it`ll knock you off your feet
You got tags on em, I get back and I sit back,
(what`s my name?) You see I`m Serv-On
But the thangs gon` change my fame, maybe if you know my name
It`s better than what I can
That`s why I try to shield some of these people
You gotta be what only God let you
But then at the same time I`ma be a +Devil+ and get with the +Advocate+
Take it to another level, that`s my game, that`s my style
You`ll never understand what it means to be a father of the child
Ya`ll just full of hate, I look back and try to escape
Deep into my dreams, (I hate it) but this is the way it is
I`ve been a fiend, I`ve been one
C`mon
Chorus 2X
