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pook paperz – my life lyrics

[intro: pook paperz]
yeah, feel my pain, paperz! real n-gg-
street approved, cut different
real n-gg-s’ feel my pain
if it’s f-ck me then f-ck you, i feel the same
ain’t nothin’ change, check

[verse 1: pook paperz]
you know how hard it is to get a buzz in philly?
especially when there ain’t no love in the city
and how it’s rappers in this world but it’s chilly
no support but every where you turn, it’s envy
you know how many nights i spent in the stu? plenty
tryna come up with sh-t, hoping n-gg-s’ feel me
and, not to the mention, all the vids i do wit (?)
i ain’t b-tchin about no paper but it cost a pretty penny
but they still don’t feel me
i try to tell em, i’m cut different, they still don’t hear me
i dont see how, when every time they hear me, they get the real me
man, i do this sh-t for brickz, do this sh-t for (?)
and, i can give two sh-ts if you n-gg-s’ feel me
thank the realist in the game n-gg-, don’t compare me
cuz i’m the realist in my lane, i can see it clearly
rest in peace my n-gg- bush, that sh-t hurt me dearly
i ever see the cop that k!lled, i’ma squeeze it (?)

[chorus: pook paperz]
i know what go in the dark, one day it touch the light
and, i’ve been livin’ wrong more than i’ve been livin’ right
my heart cold as ice, give me chills when i write
see, to you this may be music, but to me sh-t more like my life
boy, this sh-t more like my life
boy, this sh-t more like my life
boy, this sh-t more like my life
i swear, this music is therapy that i write
my only escape from the bullsh-t that come with life

[verse 2: pook paperz]
you know how many rappers i had to run through to get my name?
how hard i went to make these streets feel my pain?
i’m from an era where you had to battle to get your name
but now, you’re poppin’ if somebody backin’ you with change
you know how many dvds i bombed? sh-ts a shame
how many b-tches that i f-cked and gave me brain?
that nappy head youngin’ from “touch money”, look how far i came
back then, it was for the love, this time, it’s for the fame
yeah, sh-t done changed
can’t rock wit you, we ain’t the same
to keep it real, i’m doin’ better without you n-gg-s’
i can’t complain
from where n-gg-s’ ride hard, boy, this ain’t your lane
all my life been major pain; no damon wayans
true hustler, i’d never change, been in the trap so hard this week
i ain’t see the stu in 7 days
it ain’t bout paper, then it’s in the way
ever bar from the start to the finish (?) brick of cane

[verse 3: pook paperz]
you know how many times i heard
“pook, i can’t wait till’ you make it bro”?
and then i tell them “i’m performing”
and they don’t make the show
the main ones that say they believe in you, they be fakin’ tho
not only is these rap n-gg-s’ hatin’ but they takin’ notes
you know how many times i sent kev sh-t for the radio?
sh-t, i ain’t sayin’ that he got to, but he ain’t play me tho
but, i ain’t trippin cuz sh-t, cuz prison taught me patient bro
and if i ever get it, still the one that real n-gg-s waiting for
sh-t, i can’t wait to blow
sometimes i get lost, i don’t know which way to go
cuz i can make them feel my pain or i could make it snow
and, yeah i got a lil’ name every where you go
but c-ke money pay my bills, this rap paper slow
and, i can’t get k!lled in the streets
my sister and my 2 nieces, they dependin’ on me
know i just did 7, can’t go back to (?)
and every time brickz kite me, tell me “never stop”
sh-t, he living through me

[talking: brickz]
yeah man, just to close this jawn up man
i wanna shout out all the real maf-ckas’ around the world man
in the jails, in the streets, nah mean, i wanna shout out
everybody that’s out there still f-ckin’ wit me, still checking my youtube views, instagram, facebook, if you still in your maf-ckin’ playlist, play some brickz sh-t till’ this day man
i got love for you man. nah mean, shout out to young bob
shout out kre forch, shout out chic raw, meek milly, nah mean, everybody that, all the n-gg-s’ that was doin’ they thing when i was out there and they still doin’ they thing now. shout out the whole west philly. you already know (?) keep a special place in my heart man. pook paperz, touch money na. hey na, you know how this sh-t is in here baby, stay out there, keep doin’ your thing man
keep holdin’ a real n-gg- down. any real n-gg-, any real b-tch man
that was out when touch money was poppin’ poppin’ poppin’, ya’ll know what the f-ck it is, like, pay some respect man. like, my man pook paperz out there holdin’ sh-t down for us man. pook man, real rap man, i’m livin’ through you bro. on some real sh-t man. ya’ll maf-ckas’ better cop this “feel my pain”, go on itunes, whatever the f-ck ya’ll got out there, and cop that music, show love, pay homage man, bow the f-ck down

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