My Life (feat. Swiss Mix)

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Ashley Whitaker

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Lemme tell you something bout my life
Ridin on my own I never felt a need to die right
Lemme tell you sum bout my life
Left hand on the bottle, pills in my right
Still bangin’ in the 100’s that’s my hood lil’ bitch
Still totin’ them guns with extendo clips
Still sliding down E Street windows down freely
Mofuckin’ gangland know the streets sleazy
Im from the Bay thats the land of the hyphy
If you don’t like me then fight me blood up on my white tee
Gold around my collar ain’t finna’ be snatched
Slid with one lick the mofucka’ turned to a rat
I stay poppin’ them pills numbin the thoughts that kill
Don’t gotta preach on this beat y’all know what it is
Heart gettin colder while my mind just getting ruthless
If you really want it then I must have to do it
Keep sliding on me if you feel that’s right
Like hm do you feel that now? Uh
Why you think I write about my life
Why you fuckin think I’m the numbing the pain alright
Lemme tell you something bout my life
Ridin on my own I never felt a need to die right
Lemme tell you sum bout my life
Left hand on the bottle
Pills in my right
Said lemme’ think for a second
You eatin or is you beggin
Too blinded by the anger to be plenished by the blessing
A lot of these beefs aint shit but lil' lessons
You betta watch your time and the shit that you be stressin
I been around the block and I still don’t know you
You stay around the opps then I cannot trust you
Too many switched side they goin too public
Platinum plaques on the walls and bitch still thuggin
Want peace but we all still totin’ them cannons
Cant bandage too much been damaged
Dying at the hands of bandanas
Block filled with candles
Shit become too much to handle
Keep sliding on me if you feel that right
Like hm do you feel that now? Uh
Why you think I write about my life
Why you fuckin think I’m numbing all the pain alright
I gotta get a little bag nobody else can say shit
And I got it in the lab cooking up beats in the basement
But I don’t know where I am at still tryna’ my see
Lemme tell you something bout my life
Ridin on my own I never felt a need to die right
Lemme tell you sum bout my life
Left hand on the bottle, pills in my right

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