Chorus - David Wade   Nevermind what I do, stick to you   Let me live, it’s my life   (It’s my life, it’s my life)   It’s what I go through everyday   (I’m just an average man tryna do the best I can)   Nevermind what I do, stick to you   Let me live, it’s my life   (It’s my life, it’s my life)   It’s what I go through everyday      Let me tell you the type of things we go through, you know?       I rap about what’s real and what I go through on the daily   It’s crazy, like my neighborhood back in the 80’s   I’ve seen shit, I lived it, I know it, so I give it   I can’t stop and I won’t stop until I’m finished   In the 90’s you could find me on Hernandez with the homeboys   Lookin’ out for the chota, livin’ la vida loca   Coete in my pockets, someone always had some fusca   You know how it is, you rollin’ through you keep trucha   Bullets flyin’ I ain’t lyin’, I got hit by one   Jefita cried, I almost died and it was just for fun   We’re never doin’ what we oughta be   Rest in peace to my homeboy Peewee   Got shot by a cop in a robbery   And honestly, that part of our lifestyle is unsuitable   Don’t act like you don’t know how it feels to go to a funeral   (Silencio)   That’s how we’re livin’ though   And then we wonder why they look at us like we’re some fuckin’ criminals   You know      Chorus      I never left the pad without shavin’ my head   Getting cleaned up, creased up take a joint to the head   Never been to Juvie hall, never been to the pen   But to my homeboys, I’m someone you could depend on   I used to use Crylon to write on fences and walls   Big block, Old English letters standin’ 10 feet tall   United we stand, divided we fall   Tighter than some 1218’s two sizes small   Smile now cry later, fuck it, why cry at all?   And if we ever got busted homeboy, deny it all   We didn’t do shit, they can’t prove shit and even if they could   You never pulled rat or you’re not welcomed back to the hood   You’re known as no good, that’s how it was, that’s how it is   Fuck your predicament get your ass killed for that shit   You don’t believe me? I don’t care if you do, or if you don’t   I’m just sayin’ what the fuck I’ve been through   And it’s no joke      Chorus      I get the smallest wires, wrap ‘em with the smallest tires   Blaze more trees than the San Diego wild fires   I get higher to inspire rhymes   Say some shit to inquire minds and make sure they admire mine   Make ‘em wonder what the fuck goes on in this mind of mine   I’m a cool dude, we can blow up for the final time   It’s all the same, ain’t nothing changed, it’s still this style of mine   Neighborhood music, talkin’ about how we do shit, we cruise it   We sometimes lose it and act foolish but who doesn’t?   Cause a ruckus, fuck it, that’s what you’re stuck with   Products of the barrio, got no where to go but we gotta go   They ask me where I’m goin’, shit I dunno   Around the town, see who’s around, see who’s down   To get a twelve pack and a pound   I’m lookin’ for the answer at the bottom of a bottle   It’s just my luck I gots no luck   No California Lotto       Chorus