The Life

[Intro: Styles P]

My life

Pharoahe Monch, Ayatollah

Howie McDuffie, Holiday Styles

Double R, Rawkus Records

Pharoahe, talk to 'em

Let 'em try to understand

Let 'em try, let 'em try now

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch]

My life is all I have

My rhymes, my pen, my pad

And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me

What you say now–won't budge me

'Cause where I come from, so often

People you grew up with are layin' in a coffin

But I done made it through the pain and strife

It's my time now, my world, my life – my life!

[Verse 1: Styles P]

Is based on lightin' blunts, loadin' guns

Tellin' my lawyers to get the case gone

I need the bills that the Presidents got they face on

So I could switch my residence

Get a truck and a Lex

Fuck a check, I no longer have to wait for 'em

I made a couple ends, lost a couple friends

I light a blunt, 'cause never will the struggle end

So you could judge a nigga, but you ain't got it

You ain't in the role, so you really can't budge a nigga

You oughta love a nigga

For the fact that it's my world and my life, but still I'm a rugged nigga

They say, "You buggin', nigga" – fuck it, I'm a thuggin' nigga

You talkin' bullshit? Then kick it with another nigga

I got a bigger bed and I need a cover, nigga

And I ain't got friends, I got enemies

So if they with me, then that means they my brother, nigga

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch]

My life is all I have

My rhymes, my pen, my pad

And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me

What you say now–won't budge me

'Cause where I come from, so often

People you grew up with are layin' in a coffin

But I done made it through the pain and strife

It's my time now, my world, my life – my life!

[Verse 2: Styles P]

Is a blunt to the head, a prayer for the dead

Run around hustlin', scared of the Feds

They said, "Death is eternal sleep"

But the only thing is, you ain't really sure if you prepared for the bed

So often we get murked in the head

Instead of big money, they got big mama hurtin' instead

My life is makin' the verse

But the handcuffs, the bullpens, the jail cells is makin' it worse

Tell Mommy I don't go to the church

Tell ahk I don't go to mosque

I blow blunts, hold guns, and I'ma be right there when the soldiers'll march

I play my part, and my heart seem colder than March

But on the flipside of things, it's still warmer than June

I have talks with the Lord, and he'll be callin' me soon, what?

And my life is all I have

My family, my niggas, my flow, my grabs, what?

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch]

My life is all I have

My rhymes, my pen, my pad

And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me

What you say now–won't budge me

'Cause where I come from, so often

People you grew up with are layin' in a coffin

But I done made it through the pain and strife

It's my time now, my world, my life – my life!

[Outro: Pharoahe Monch]

My life