i hate the way i live þarký sözü

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

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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

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[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