Tell You How My Life Is - K Koke, Don jaga

Let me tell you how my life is

Here’s the truth, here’s the proof

Real life stories to tell

More like stories from hell

4.5 left the floor for the shelf

Enough man move hype, get caught and then tell

Because they don’t wanna see the walls in the cell

Talk tough on the road but can’t talk it in jail

Everywhere I go, I stay real to myself

And everyone I know, knows I’m walking it well

And I ain’t got points to prove

Fuck these critics and their point of views

They couldn’t live a day in my shoes

I speak from the heart so if I say it, it’s true

I creep in the dark, through the rain with my tool

Because the streets are hard, and they wanna see my face in the news

I’m just trying to get my paper and move, away from the ends

Because every day that I stay is a day closer to pen

I’m out here bait

Stuck up in this road life

No lie, everybody knows I

Enough man hate, you know what the roads like

Feds on my case because they heard that I blow 9s

Dead mates got me thinking about old times

Livings fucked so I’m liquored up most nights

Live it up, cause I don’t know what tomorrows like

Couldn’t give a fuck, cause I’m living off of borrowed time

Mummy, I’m sorry, I’m thinking with a hollow mind

A shallow heart lost, trying to follow signs

Trying to do right but I’m left with a life of crime

I’m in the hood like pissy steps or a line of white

This life of mine, ain’t the life I like

But it is what it is so I like to write

These thoughts down line for line

Let me tell you about this life of mine