Текст песни: My Life + перевод

Yeah, feel my pain, paperz! Real nigga

Street approved, cut different

Real niggas' feel my pain

If it’s fuck me then fuck you, I feel the same

Ain’t nothin' change, check

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 shit, hoping niggas' feel me

And, not to the mention, all the vids I do wit (?)

I ain’t bitchin 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 shit for Brickz, do this shit for (?)

And, I can give two shits if you niggas' feel me

Thank the realist in the game nigga, don’t compare me

Cuz I’m the realist in my lane, I can see it clearly

Rest in peace my nigga Bush, that shit hurt me dearly

I ever see the cop that killed, I’ma squeeze it (?)

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 shit more like my life

Boy, this shit more like my life

Boy, this shit more like my life

Boy, this shit more like my life

I swear, this music is therapy that I write

My only escape from the bullshit that come with life

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? Shits a shame

How many bitches that I fucked 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, shit done changed

Can’t rock wit you, we ain’t the same

To keep it real, I’m doin' better without you niggas'

I can’t complain

From where niggas' 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

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 shit more like my life

Boy, this shit more like my life

Boy, this shit more like my life

Boy, this shit more like my life

I swear, this music is therapy that I write

My only escape from the bullshit that come with life

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 niggas' hatin' but they takin' notes

You know how many times I sent Kev shit for the radio?

Shit, I ain’t sayin' that he got to, but he ain’t play me tho

But, I ain’t trippin cuz shit, cuz prison taught me patient bro

And if I ever get it, still the one that real niggas waiting for

Shit, 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 coke money pay my bills, this rap paper slow

And, I can’t get killed 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»

Shit, he living through me

Yeah man, just to close this jawn up man

I wanna shout out all the real mafuckas' around the world man

In the jails, in the streets, nah mean, I wanna shout out

Everybody that’s out there still fuckin' wit me, still checking my YouTube

views, Instagram, Facebook, if you still in your mafuckin' playlist,

play some Brickz shit 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 niggas' 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 shit is in here baby, stay out there,

keep doin' your thing man

Keep holdin' a real nigga down. Any real nigga, any real bitch man

That was out when Touch Money was poppin' poppin' poppin', ya’ll know what the

fuck it is, like, pay some respect man. Like, my man Pook Paperz out there

holdin' shit down for us man. Pook man, real rap man, I’m livin' through you

bro. On some real shit man. Ya’ll mafuckas' better cop this «Feel My Pain»,

go on ITunes, whatever the fuck ya’ll got out there, and cop that music,

show love, pay homage man, bow the fuck down