My Life (Freestyle) – B.o.B – letras

The realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my lifeIn my lifeIn my life… in my life, in my life, in my lifeThe realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my lifeIn my lifeIn my life… in my life, in my life, in my lifeIn my life, my life, my life[Verso 1]Time and time again, I ask myself « who’s listening? « Who feels my pain, who feels my thoughts?Who’s on the road that I’m travelling?But I can’t complain, these are just my wordsYou would feel the same if you was in my skin,If you was in my shoesIf you went all the days that I went struggling and hustlingIf you spent all the nights that my momma criedThose endless nights, those weary eyesEveryone in the house would just fuss and fightFlipping over furniture, grabbing knivesWe’d call the cops, here they come againAll the things in life I couldn’t comprehendWe ignored our problems, we’d just pretendThat they wasn’t there, like they didn’t existIn Eastside Decatur our situation made usReact the the way that we didAll the nights that we had to freeze »Oh no, huddle up, here comes the wind! « On a stormy night in a flooded houseI can still hear the raindrops pourin’ inAnd they pourin’ in, it’s pourin’ inI can still hear the raindrops pourin’ inThe realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my lifeIn my lifeIn my life… in my life, in my life, in my lifeThe realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my lifeIn my lifeIn my life… in my life, in my life, in my lifeIn my life, my life, my life[Verso 2]That’s why my attitude is « fuck the world »I see most these rappers as a bunch of girlsScary-ass niggas, this a poltergeistKick these niggas offstage like an open micNiggas know who I am behind the musicEven when they gon’, I’mma still be hereI done made more money off a single albumThen you’ll probably ever see throughout your whole careerY’all ain’t boss, y’all lightweightWe smoke pounds, y’all pound cakeThat’s why real niggas don’t fuck with y’allY’all sweet to the air like soundscapesAnd the crazy thing about it – I ain’t gotta doThis rap shitI could make a million off of royaltiesAnd turn around and buy the rights to your mastersI ain’t gotta feel the fake personaFull of goons in my squad who appear to be bolderI’m from the ‘hood, man, I ain’t from the streetsI took a different path, the one that lasted longerAnd now I’m straight for life, and my team is eatin’And that’s all I owe, and that’s the way I see itSo leave me the fuck aloneAnd let me smoke this blunt to myself this eveningThe realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my lifeIn my lifeIn my life… in my life, in my life, in my lifeThe realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my lifeIn my lifeIn my life… in my life, in my life, in my lifeIn my life, my life, my life[Verso 3]What am I supposed to be?Am I supposed to smile, am I supposed to grin, huh?For White America to let me inShould I assume a role that’s none threatening? »Oh, Bobby Ray, you so cool in your raps » »All that other garbage, you don’t talk like that »Meanwhile, I just left the strip club an hour agoNow I’m thinkin’ ’bout turning backTell me who’s the author that writes the scriptI’m what it means to be, to be a lyricistObviously, I’m in a league of my ownSo I don’t get offended if I ain’t on your listThis takes me back, back in the day[…] when I was broke as shitFailed every test, every class I skippedI was in my zone with a pad and penI didn’t understand, I was just a kidSo misunderstood, never had a friendI was so depressed, always upsetHere I go, contemplating suicide againI was all alone, I was out of touchLittle did I know that I was out of sightSo I kept my headphones all the way turnt upWaiting for the moment when the time was rightNow the time is rightThe realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my lifeIn my lifeIn my life… in my life, in my life, in my lifeThe realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my lifeIn my lifeIn my life… in my life, in my life, in my lifeIn my life, my life, my life