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(feat. Monetana)

[Paul Wall]

My life, ain't all peaches and cream

This fame thing and this game bring, more pain than it seem

I ain't trying to be depressed, and I'm greatful for my blessing

But sometimes it just feels like, there's some'ing missing

I got all the answers, but ain't no questions

I wonder if God's, just trying to teach me a lesson

The situations progressing, it's getting stressing

I hope I don't fail my test and, the heat is on

They say that pressure, busts pipes

So I keep my cool, and thank God for every breath of my life

I'm taking steps to the right, but still I end up wrong

I'm built for the ocean, but I'm stuck in this backyard pond

I'm trying to maintain my pace, in the place I belong

I'm going for the gold, but I keep getting bronze

Who do I call to for advice, when all my mentors gone

This is my life, this ain't just the words to my song what do I do

[Hook: Monetana]

What do you do, when them haters after you

Keep it real and keep it true, get that dirt up off of you

Still swang and bang Screw, Swishahouse like what it do

Don't let them see the sweat on you, just keep it real

[Paul Wall]

This one here's for Broderick Brown, locked down

A 45 year sentence, I don't like how that sound

We've been homies since Middle School, we were childhood chums

But you got caught up, by life in the slums

I'm thinking bout, where your life went

45 years of your life spent, with a aggravated robbery indictment

You plead guilty, for a lesser charge

Even though the judge was harsh, God's still in charge

I be wishing that, I could go back in time

And tell the judge that that nine, and the strack was mine

That would be fine, but I guess it's too late for that

I know that court appointed lawyer, was whack

Ain't it ironic though, you went in Ferguson you end up in the Penn

And the only way that we communicate, is through a pen

Don't give up, just do what you do

Live your life don't let your life live you, just keep on moving


[Paul Wall]

People think, my life is all about raps and such

If I'm suppose to have it good, why is my life so rough

I'm walking straight, but sometimes I need to lean on a crutch

Nobody told me life would get this tough, you gotta feel me though

Cause I ain't trying to be sad

I thank God for everything I got, and all the blessings I had

I work hard I still grind, all night in the lab

The best friends I ever had, was a pen and a pad

Cause people talking down, hating on me

Yeah we use to be down, but now you shady homie

I see 'em all up on the Internet, debating on me

Wondering when will I flop, I know they waiting on me

A lot of rappers is jealous, saying all that we rap about is swangas

Mad cause they c.d.'s, below the shelf like hangers

Should I retaliate the hate, and pay 'em back ten fold

They got me running hot, but I'm standing out in the cold what do I do


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