TwAn J - ...It Was Lyrics

It was me, it was T, it was ma, it was dad, it was us, that was it
I was told
If its said, in this house,and they ask, what was said, then we ain't say shyt
All i know
Every year, me and T, had to share, birthdays, but to me, it was lit
I was told
She select, where we go, but the cake's, up to me, red velvet i would pick
That was dope
T picked the skatin rink
I wanted was Missy's album when "the rain" was a hit
That was it
I was always tappin, or drummin
Or rappin or hummin
Or writin or drawin
Or fightin or clawin
I know its life
Now I'm awlways workin and workin
Or rappin or hummin
Or writin or drawin
I'm puttin my all in
Here go my life...
It was me, it was T, it was dad,and the hood, it was us, that was it
I was told
If its done, in the hood, and they ask, who did what, then we aynt say shyt
All i know
They would smoke, i would hoop, and they all, kept they eye, on my sis, like they sis
They my bros
Niggas red, niggas blue, niggas cool, til they hot, but we all, like a clique
That was dope
I was skippin jes to go to tha gym
Comin home and then i go hoop wit them
Comin home to a house bein dim
Swear i used to throw my stress at the rim
Man i can't forget them days if i tried
Used to have to go get clothes for tha night
With no license drivin to tha east side
Comin back just to get to creekside
Maybe twice how many times we cried
It ain't like we died
Here go my life...
It was me, it was D, and young G, cutty D, it was us, that was it
I was told
If its said, on a track, and its cap, and u flex, then u ain't say shyt
All i know
We would write, i produced, edit tracks, mix em down, write on discs, that was it
I was told
Start a brand, market that, sign yourself, sign ya folk, make a hit, go get rich
FAH shikadoh
Had a vision, like i had a lens
Had my brothers, ain't come up with friends
And we struggled, ain't come up with ends
Many losses,so we count the wins
Pissed off, life just all depends
Preyed on, still i pray for sins
Doe low, BDS was kin
So low, i'm by myself again...
Now its me, and a beat ,MIC, and a key, to my crib, and that's it
I was told
Hustle hard, hit the road, get ya own, hit ya face, get on up, since a jit
All i kno
Life is only what you make it be
Ain't a thing but problems comin for free
Feel like they runnin to me
Keep a strap in case they run in to me
I got love for my family tree...