The Life Shyne

It's a new day in the rap game!
Nobody sells records but Shyne Po!

[Verse 1]
My life had it's ups and downs, but I don't regret nothin'
I had the whole tri-state high, nigga I ain't frontin'
At Fifteen I sold my first bag of dope
Used to stick Dominicans, burner under the coat
Gettin' like 15 grams, a half a Ki
At Fifteen man, a nigga just glad to be
Gettin' some shorts, me and my Man from a Hundred and Fifth
He knew some Dominican niggas that wanted a clique
To hold 'em down, shoot niggas in the head
Throw 'em out windows if they were late with the bread
Basically I'm enforcin'
Around heavy coke, when nobody's lookin' I'd be dippin' in the portion
They wasn't missin' it
So I got my hustle on the side, flippin' it
Sellin' like 500 bottles and Nicks, started minor
But I always knew I'd turn a big apple into cider

Niggas...niggas just ain't built like me...
Stand up niggas...since 15
I been servin' fiends and loadin' magazines...
Takin' shots..burnin' blocks..
This ain't no fuckin' rap