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saint sean (sista margo son) - september 9th (life of me) lyrics

yea,aye,aye,saint….
tell ya bout the life of me man
growing up the way that i did
seeing all the things that i did
living the way that i live
its from the heart tho
aye,aye,aye….

september ’86,i stepped off in the mix
honolulu,hallelujah,momma’s 4th kid
9 pounds,10 ounces i was big as sh-t
momma kept me,dad split,i grew up real quick
left hawaii,moved to cali,then the carolinas
by thirteen was already selling marijuana
that’s when a pound was 800,but i paid six
i bought a 38,and started bagging up them zips
so now i’m stacking chips
bought my own school clothes
momma working but she hurting,and her eyes show it
don’t wanna let her down,but i was hard-headed
went to prison twice before i even learned my lesson
and every night she stressing
put up her house for bond
police banging on her door looking for saint sean
ain’t wanna do you wrong
just get it on my own
how many real n-ggas feel the lyrics of this song?

d-mn,…you know what i’m saying?
how many real n-ggas got listening to this sh-t?
that can feel what i was going through?
how n-ggas i got going through this right now as we speak? (yea)
(you know what i’m saying?)
i live what you live,you live i live
understand that,respect that,(aye,saint sean baby!)

from kirkland to wateree,trenton to turbeville
bag lunches,seroquel,bunks made of steel
foot lockers,locks-in-socks,when it was war time
some n-ggas hid affiliation,but i wore mine
i went through hard times
fighting fools from other cities
broads mailing me these pictures of they -ss & t-tties
future ain’t looking pretty
i had to change the course
i came home and got it on,i made ’em hear my voice
recording mixtapes,uploading them on datpiff
other n-ggas do the same but spit some wack sh-t (that bullsh-t)
this hear is soul music,this hear is goal music
might save yo’ life if you ever get a hold to it
i roll and smoke to it,thinking bout my family tree
maui wowie from hawaii,i smoke the family tree
make ’em remember me,in case i die today
just let my kids hear my voice keep this on replay (on replay!)

keep my voice on replay if i p-ss (nahn mean?)
if anything ever happen to me
god forbid i get incarcerated again
i fall to a bullet,i fall to the gun (nahn mean?)
let my kids understand and reminisce on these
let ’em hear my voice for the last time
let ’em live on this
let apart of me still remain
…even when i vanish,saint sean! (aye)

- saint sean sista margo son lyrics

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