Redid this track. Real Story of My Life. Track bangas on the beat. Mixed By me. On some real sh*** here
Just me letting out my words and thats all you need to know. Most my tracks have a deep meaning to it cause hip hop has lost it's beauty and i'm trying my best
Elisha Cuthbert and Happyface Killer motherfucker!
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I dont like to be in a band cause I ain't into that whole backstreet boy shit. I dont like being in a crew and faking friendship with a bunch of people you end up talking shit about anyways. Sure I rap tracks with my boys but i'll never start a rap crew. That aint me and i was made to rap alone but when i see the right MC, I am up for a Collab. I work a lot with JR, clevelands Finest, B leave, Cryptic Wisdom etc..
Story behind the song
Story of My Life. Track bangas on the beat. Mixed By me. On some real shit here
Lyrics
the worlds still cold, i'm only four years old
moving to toronto, not rich n not that poor
pops was working at a store, i was hoping for more
like one of us smiling when we'd open the door
kept it real as a youngster, i never ran man
psychycly violent cause i was watching van damme
toronto canada, began school, i was an amateur
crazy n wise, real quick to fucking damage ya
got expelled in grade one, i was bad as a child
but i had a temper problem homeboy, i had to be wild
sent to a french school, nouveau vie a commencer
beh sa c'est la raison pourquoi je parle francais
but that aint stop me at all, i was born like that
I was a persian bad boy fam, i loved to fight back
life was hectic, felt like i'm going through a coma
dont even know how i got my fucking diploma
years went by, my tears went dry, lost emotion
put myself in a hole so deep, life was slow motion
dead before born, wish id get my brother back
fake love with relatives, talked behind each others back
besides drinking liquor, life aint even happen
till i grabed me a pen, one night i started rapping
weak ass rhymes but i was still feeling it dun
wrote my anger on paper instead of killing someone
before i dint care about shit , id put an army down
but this rapping n writting helped to calm me down
i wasnt to good but wasnt no wanksta bitch
did so much gangsta rap, aint have time for any gangsta shit
most rappers say they move drugs, they aint no sinners
their moms would ground them if they even late for dinner
causing trouble, starting beef, it was quite demeaning
but i grew to be a man n then my life had meaning
aint grow up in no hood but had no three floor home
drinking beer but it was less beer n way more foam
no matter who you are, dont forget your roots tough son
ninety ninety percent of rapper aint shoot no guns
i never made music saying i bring the hood back
all i want is people to say "thats real, thats a good track"
people are so greedy, these men is always fronting
i always had money n i spent it like its nothing
done a few rap shows, i love to fucking mack hoes
but i dont brag, it would make me a big time fag
i never talked shit saying that i'm pac or montana
never said i'm black or latino, aint rock a bandana
i never said i'm cool cause i used to brawl n hit
what makes me cool is that i got through all that shit
i'm now hfk, my rhymes are dirtier than bar food
this was the story of my life n my name is farboud
