Crooked I - My Life 2.0 lyrics

[Intro: Distorted Crooked I speaking] This is my life, man. Somebody call Oliver Stone up, tell him I got a story for sale loosely based on my life. Don't call Spike Lee though. He don't understand n***as like me. I hear him talking down on gangstas. I didn't choose this life...this life chose me [Intro continued: Normal Crooked I speaking] St. Valentine's Day Bossacre! Motherf**er! This is my life man. If I could change it...I wouldn't! Cause it made me who I am. Listen... [Verse 1] 1970-something and mama's in the studio Pregnant with Dominick while she was doing a song Until her water broke in the booth It's not a joke it's the truth From that point let's move it along To the fact that my father was a rolling stone Before we knew it dude was gone Mama gotta do it alone Who would've known At the same time that she gave me life she might've ruined her own? Cause she already had a son before me Living in the big city, she young and lonely Put her faith in a n***a but his love was phoney Said he would hold her down while she sung her songs, G Then he bounced. put the pedal to the metal No more record deals, we living in the ghetto Gangbang, drive-by, homicide, place full of puppets k**ing each other Uncle Sam is Geppetto Five years-old when I seen my first murder Playing outside, I heard shots from the Ruger Four or five bullets put the victim in the bushes Then I made eye contact with the shooter Ran in the house, told my mama somebody died, I'll never forget... It was a white boy from Hoova All she could say was "Hallelujah!" "You're safe!" Then she asked God to protect our future Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough [Hook] Got my hat low, white tee on, gun in my waist, I'm a gangsta man Flat broke, living in the hood, gotta get money so I jumped in the game So many people I know...get k**ed like it ain't no thang To you it's crazy, I know! Real n***as gonna feel my pain [Repeat hook] [Verse 2] 1990-something and mama's little boy's growing up All the thug n***as calling him Crooked It was a name that she never understood But in the hood Negative is positive so Dominick took it Look at the way that he hang with the older n***as Man them OG's gave him a gangster style A gun in the waist, a knife in the pocket, a pair of bra** knuckles Some mace and even straight razors now Those...are the tools you use To survive in the most dangerous place you could raise a child Mama can't afford nothing other than Section 8 We'll escape One day I'mma make her proud But now I dropped out of school, sitting in a drug spot Bagging up weed while my older brother slung rocks Trying to get paid, watching for the punk cops If they run a raid, they gon' be up in these gunshots Take over the world sh**, do it like Scarface Banging on the news, helicopter and a car chase This is the point where adrenaline make your heart race f** sleeping under the jail cause of a narc case Wasn't the life that I aimed to choose A n***a could've been the next Langston Hughes But I landed in a place Where you can get shot in the face By a young banger trying to pay gangster dues How in the f** can I change my views When I have to stab a n***a for trying to take my shoes? Never won much, but I hate to lose Only way that you could relate is if you played the blues That was back when But even back then Mama made men out of the boys in the house And I remember coming home fresh from a shootout This is what she said with a joint in her mouth She told me "Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough" [Hook x2] [Outro: Crooked I speaking] This is my life, man. This is my life. I was manufactured in the hood, man. Read the label. Read the label they got stitched on the back of my neck. It says "Made in America." Ghetto America, ya heard?