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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: x2] 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 Letras de cancionesThe 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 x2] [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 x2] [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 x2] From Letras Mania