(Intro: Yamine)
Yeah true story man, yeah wait

(Verse 1: Yamine)
Back in Indy I remember I was 17
Going through struggles day and night I slept right in the street
Momma going through surgery struck me mentally
Did some crimes to get rid of tears so I never weep
At 13 a gun was pointed right at me
From Teion now that man is diseased
I didn’t do it was the guy from 17th
I ain’t snitching look at the papers if you don’t believe
Yamine was the name I came up with when I was 8
Chillin on the couch listening to Drizzy Drake
Bow was my idol then Juicy J
Tip showеd me the game, and Shady pavеd the way
Ok it’s time turn it up a notch
People keep on doubting shoutout the homie Nas
I think I got a King’s Disease cuz I’m always on top
42 kory a MC so he is gonna take my spot
And that’s fine, he’s good with the pen and his rhymes
Look at Grip, signed to Interscope and he outshines
Eminem got the bag and it drops every time
One day I’ll get noticed and I’ll get tired of these dimes

(Chorus: Yamine)
This moment I am going to take
Nothing they can do that’ll get in my way
It’s my time, I’m gonna shine
This my life, this is real life (repeat)
(Verse 2: Yamine)
I’m so tired of the hate
This shit gets me sick even though I don’t have enough shit on my plate
Making movies, getting groupies, going to the gym to get in shape
I can’t take the fake, awake people who I shew away
They try to tame then blame while frame that makes people afraid
Of me, then it turns into misery, while I become history
I moved on in time and watching shy girls turn into hoes
They’re’s chicks with dicks that kick then spit on whoever that oppose
70 percent of the people I walked the stage with are now mothers
While ya’ll n***as selling drugs, gettin hugs in a cell ya’ll clowns straight busters
Trey beat his bitch and I can’t wait to find that sucker
Or maybe I should refrain from hitting another muthafucka
You fucka
Life is a synonym from different angles and oppositions
My proposition is to get the bag, pop tags fuck your composition
Fishing for a flaw, that’s what wrong with all you dawgs
Can’t get applauds from nobody just boos and claws
Ooz and awes for the ones you admire
They are so satire, while ya’ll judge my attire
Driving cars with flat tires
Real soon I’mma cuff a lightskin hotty at Jersey Mikes
For years this bitch always had my eyes
Or probably the one near Giest
Huh I don’t know


(Chorus: Yamine)
This moment I am going to take
Nothing they can do that’ll get in my way
It’s my time, I’m gonna shine
This my life, this is real life (repeat 3xs)