My Life
Meek Mill, French Montana
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The world is yours and everything in it You gonna go get it? Mama couldn't save me, daddy dead so he couldn't raise me I'm still tripping off them hoes that played me Same bitches fronting on me when I had my baby It's crazy, and niggas say they made me Taking credit from my mama, shit amaze me How niggas talking down when I'm not around But every time I'm in the building, shhh, not a sound I line my haters up and clap them down That choppa have nigga dancing like he Bobby Brown I'm well-respected in my city, even out of town And don't ever tuck my chain Nigga, how that sound? How that look? We don't live by the book, we just live by the code A lot of niggas got exposed when feds came through They was dropping names too Niggas say I changed up but I'm with the same crew I was always told to get the money and remain you Never let these pussy niggas tell you what you can't do Every time they said that I left, that was when I came through Range new, .38 special when the flame blew Just in case I gotta flame you What a feeling when them people tryna frame you Lock you in a cell when detain you Rather die before I go out working like I'm Django I'm gone... Niggas want me dead everyday I wake up F*ck you talking 'bout, you ain't talking paper And here's another one, here's another one Streets watching A new bitch, a new car Her ass soft, I go hard And here's another one, here's another one Streets watching If I f*ck her, I'm brainless She f*ck me, she might get famous She might get a chance to ride jet and drive Ranges Money'll have your closest friends turning into strangers That's dangerous, niggas shoot and they'll aim at us Shooting in the sky, you tryna hit the angels up Niggas tripping like y'all dipping off angel dust And all these cubans 'round my neck getting tangled up I only f*ck with bad bitches that be trained to f*ck Five niggas, ten bitches run a train on us Looking at these rap niggas they all lame as f*ck Mini skirts, skinny jeans with the strangest cuts I stick to the script, switch like stick on the shift Early mornings in the kitchen like I'm whippin' the grits Nigga, I could score your bitch with a flick of the wrist Swear that Audemar flash light like I'm flicking a pic Niggas want me dead everyday I wake up F*ck you talking 'bout, you ain't talking paper And here's another one, here's another one Streets watching A new bitch, a new car Her ass soft, I go hard And here's another one, here's another one Streets watching
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Written by: Karim Kharbouch, Leigh Vincent Elliott, Robert Rihmeek Williams
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