Sanoja: Styles. The Life.

My life, Pharoahe Monch, Ayatollah
Holiday Styles, Double R, Rawkus Records
Pharoahe talk to 'em, let 'em try to understand
Let 'em try, let 'em try now

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, layin' in a coffin
But I done made it through the pain in spite
It's my time now, my world, my life, my life

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 can 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 can 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 niggaz

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, layin' in a coffin
But I done made it through the pain in spite
It's my time now, my world, my life, my life

Is a blunt to the head, 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 marked in the head, instead of big money
They got big momma 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 Hac 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
t, and my heart seem colder than March
But on the flip side 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 niggaz, my flow, my grabs, what

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, layin' in a coffin
But I done made it through the pain in spite
It's my time now, my world, my life, my life

My life
My life
My life