Letra da Música My Life (Freestyle) de B.o.B

The realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my life
In my life
In my life... in my life, in my life, in my life
The realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my life
In my life
In my life... in my life, in my life, in my life
In my life, my life, my life

[Verso 1]
Time and time again, I ask myself "who's listening? "
Who feels my pain, who feels my thoughts?
Who's on the road that I'm travelling?
But I can't complain, these are just my words
You would feel the same if you was in my skin,
If you was in my shoes
If you went all the days that I went struggling and hustling
If you spent all the nights that my momma cried
Those endless nights, those weary eyes
Everyone in the house would just fuss and fight
Flipping over furniture, grabbing knives
We'd call the cops, here they come again
All the things in life I couldn't comprehend
We ignored our problems, we'd just pretend
That they wasn't there, like they didn't exist
In Eastside Decatur our situation made us
React the the way that we did
All the nights that we had to freeze
"Oh no, huddle up, here comes the wind! "
On a stormy night in a flooded house
I can still hear the raindrops pourin' in
And they pourin' in, it's pourin' in
I can still hear the raindrops pourin' in

The realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my life
In my life
In my life... in my life, in my life, in my life
The realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my life
In my life
In my life... in my life, in my life, in my life
In my life, my life, my life

[Verso 2]
That's why my attitude is "fuck the world"
I see most these rappers as a bunch of girls
Scary-ass niggas, this a poltergeist
Kick these niggas offstage like an open mic
Niggas know who I am behind the music
Even when they gon', I'mma still be here
I done made more money off a single album
Then you'll probably ever see throughout your whole career
Y'all ain't boss, y'all lightweight
We smoke pounds, y'all pound cake
That's why real niggas don't fuck with y'all
Y'all sweet to the air like soundscapes
And the crazy thing about it - I ain't gotta do
This rap shit
I could make a million off of royalties
And turn around and buy the rights to your masters
I ain't gotta feel the fake persona
Full of goons in my squad who appear to be bolder
I'm from the 'hood, man, I ain't from the streets
I took a different path, the one that lasted longer
And now I'm straight for life, and my team is eatin'
And that's all I owe, and that's the way I see it
So leave me the fuck alone
And let me smoke this blunt to myself this evening

The realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my life
In my life
In my life... in my life, in my life, in my life
The realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my life
In my life
In my life... in my life, in my life, in my life
In my life, my life, my life

[Verso 3]
What am I supposed to be?
Am I supposed to smile, am I supposed to grin, huh?
For White America to let me in
Should I assume a role that's none threatening?
"Oh, Bobby Ray, you so cool in your raps"
"All that other garbage, you don't talk like that"
Meanwhile, I just left the strip club an hour ago
Now I'm thinkin' 'bout turning back
Tell me who's the author that writes the script
I'm what it means to be, to be a lyricist
Obviously, I'm in a league of my own
So I don't get offended if I ain't on your list
This takes me back, back in the day
[...] when I was broke as shit
Failed every test, every class I skipped
I was in my zone with a pad and pen
I didn't understand, I was just a kid
So misunderstood, never had a friend
I was so depressed, always upset
Here I go, contemplating suicide again
I was all alone, I was out of touch
Little did I know that I was out of sight
So I kept my headphones all the way turnt up
Waiting for the moment when the time was right
Now the time is right

The realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my life
In my life
In my life... in my life, in my life, in my life
The realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my life
In my life
In my life... in my life, in my life, in my life
In my life, my life, my life