...It Was

It was me, it was T, it was ma, it was dad, it was us, that was it I was told If its said, in this house,and they ask, what was said, then we ain't say shyt All i know Every year, me and T, had to share, birthdays, but to me, it was lit I was told She select, where we go, but the cake's, up to me, red velvet i would pick That was dope T picked the skatin rink I wanted was Missy's album when "the rain" was a hit That was it I was always tappin, or drummin Or rappin or hummin Or writin or drawin Or fightin or clawin I know its life Now I'm awlways workin and workin Or rappin or hummin Or writin or drawin I'm puttin my all in Here go my life... It was me, it was T, it was dad,and the hood, it was us, that was it I was told If its done, in the hood, and they ask, who did what, then we aynt say shyt All i know They would smoke, i would hoop, and they all, kept they eye, on my sis, like they sis They my bros Niggas red, niggas blue, niggas cool, til they hot, but we all, like a clique That was dope I was skippin jes to go to tha gym Comin home and then i go hoop wit them Comin home to a house bein dim Swear i used to throw my stress at the rim Man i can't forget them days if i tried Used to have to go get clothes for tha night With no license drivin to tha east side Comin back just to get to creekside Maybe twice how many times we cried It ain't like we died Here go my life... It was me, it was D, and young G, cutty D, it was us, that was it I was told If its said, on a track, and its cap, and u flex, then u ain't say shyt All i know We would write, i produced, edit tracks, mix em down, write on discs, that was it I was told Start a brand, market that, sign yourself, sign ya folk, make a hit, go get rich FAH shikadoh Had a vision, like i had a lens Had my brothers, ain't come up with friends And we struggled, ain't come up with ends Many losses,so we count the wins Pissed off, life just all depends Preyed on, still i pray for sins Doe low, BDS was kin So low, i'm by myself again... Now its me, and a beat ,MIC, and a key, to my crib, and that's it I was told Hustle hard, hit the road, get ya own, hit ya face, get on up, since a jit All i kno Life is only what you make it be Ain't a thing but problems comin for free Feel like they runnin to me Keep a strap in case they run in to me I got love for my family tree...