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Texty: J.R. Writer. My Life.

Y'all want to live my life
Y'all just can't live my life
Y'all want to live my life
Y'all just ain't fit to live my life

Since a youngin' a lesson was told, was never to fold
Shit, I started rappin' around eleven years old
I was destined to blow and unlikely to fade
Copped me a pen and pad, see my life in the page

Nobody seen my vision, they thought I'd be in prison
They though I'd be in prison for movin' keys of ism
But as you see, I didn't, I just succeeded, listen
Now they watch when they spot every V I sit in

Let me stick to the plot, since a kid I would watch
My favorite channel was the music video box
Daddy Kane, Rahkim, every hit he would drop
Flu Dog, Wu Tang, down to Biggie and Pac

I inherited charm but in a house hardly
'Cause was beggin' my moms to hit the house party
Shit to dance, not a chance I was in there for that
I was highly inspired just hearin' 'em rap

They would crowd the mic and indeed get it crackin'
Of course, I was too short to see who was rappin'
I ain't bother to speak, just startled by heat
Listen to all of the words and nodded to beats

That's when I decided that that was my goal
To rap and to flow, my tracks to be sold
All across the country for the cost of money
Until the life the dreams or the lost and hungry

This a movement you see, all this movin' you see
Basically, this is more than just music to me
This is tears and sweat, for the tears I sweat
Every year I stretched, I won't dare forget

This a movement you see, all this movin' you see
Basically, this is more than just music to me
This is tears and sweat, for the tears I sweat
Every year I stretched, I won't dare forget

Y'all want to live my life
Y'all just can't live my life
Y'all want to live my life
Y'all just ain't fit to live my life

I was likely fi'n to pop and the ciphers with a bop
Thirteen felt like one of the nicest kids to drop
More practice I done made, the more nicer that I got
People loved me, I end up ghost writin' for the block

Mama said I was a fool, now I wasn't cool
'Cause round fourteen, shit, I done dropped out of school
Yeah, that was my past broke, rap was my cast
Gettin' caught writin' rhymes in the back of the class

I was triflin' to all, I hit dykeman for raw
Shot five with the students, rolled dice in the halls
They said, dude, take a T.O., almost caught with a kilo
Principal threatened me, hey, I'm callin' ya P.O.

So drop out is what I had to do
Ciphered up the block and battled on the avenue
Ran up on cats like faggot, I will battle you
Battle what he babbled and I had him by a rap or two

This a movement you see, all this movin' you see
Basically, this is more than just music to me
This is tears and sweat, for the tears I sweat
Every year I stretched, I won't dare forget

This a movement you see, all this movin' you see
Basically, this is more than just music to me
This is tears and sweat, for the tears I sweat
Every year I stretched, I won't dare forget

Y'all want to live my life
Y'all just can't live my life
Y'all want to live my life
Y'all just ain't fit to live my life

J.R. Writer