Tito Lopez - All My Life Freestyle lyrics

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Tito Lopez - All My Life Freestyle lyrics

(Intro) Oh, we back n***a Still in the slums, bangin these drums T-I-T-O Recognize game (Verse 1) Mama ain't raise no fool Told me not to ever ever raise no tool And raise my hand just to praise my Lord And speak when my teach got my name on the board But I can't afford to not be protected They want a n***a dead, got to expect it I got rejected, believe me Now they all wanna come f** me like I wanted to f** Ms. Ahiti That was my guidance counselor, she was easy Wanted her to please me, on top like ZZ I know I'm too sleazy but f** it I'm a freak On your body, mami, I can find something I can eat You know I'm like a beat; you got to ride to find out what I got inside I got to hide, they comin for me n***a please imma stand tall Imma be ready when the man call (Chorus) (In the ghetto, ghetto x2) I'm in the... I comes from the bottom Now I'm on top Ain't nothin gon stop me y'all All of my n***as (x3) (Verse 2) Times is hard, that's what Wayne say But with these bars, I'm a mainstay In your ears, I know tears and pain I'll never lose control of my fears again I got: Years to gain and nothing to lose Everything and at the same time nothing to prove It's nothing to move a mountain or two, I'm otaro (?) To relieve stress I bench press Kilimanjaro Your flow so borrowed, I mean from me I seem to be, everything that you mean to be I mean to be 6'3", 200 ponds, he don't look so mean to me I ain't never seen a G to worry bout clothes and hoes Concentratin on swag like a f*g, he supposed to pose f** that; gimme respect and cut me a check A shirt with Obama and I'll be good to go in a sec And the south, still got somethin to say But y'all n***as, still got something to say In '98, you STILL wasn't f**in with Dre But now it's 3000 all day? Ok Bandwagon a** hoes, don't come around with your hand waggin a**hole Do not pa** go, ticker to your threshold For the wrath of 47 Fidel Castros, oh! And that's cold if I do say I had a n***a tell me I was the new J And he ain't been this excited since Lupe k**in these n***as, flowers for the dead, what a bouquet And I've been doing this so long I can make a masterpiece, even of your song And after this one I'm jacking up the damn price I'm tired of laying down hungry every damn night G-P-T (Outro) All the strugglin All it does is keep me hustlin (Chorus)