My Life

I know it's your life nigga, you do as you please (That's right) But you know we be fucking up Huh, huh, yeah hey, hey, hey, yea, yea, yeah (What) Hey, hey, hey, yea, yea, yeah That nigga Daz and T.I., is in the motherfuckin' house, you know what I mean It's your life nigga, live or die [Chorus] Can't ya see I'm on fire, so quit hating on me pimpin', I'm just living my life Think I ain't gone ride, on all you pussy niggas tryin' to put an end to my life You can't do it, don't try, I know you sucker niggas wish that you was living my life In white linen, I'm fly, top down in the spiderville, riding for the rest of my life A-town veteran, started at eleven When and bought an eight-ball, I was staying down every since That's why its hard to find a young rapper nigga better than Bankhead resident, Westside represent, Pimp Squad mobster Grand Hustle president, heart of a lion and the nuts of an elephant Trap music heaven sent, you hating and it's evident You trying to stack presidents, I'm tryin' to set precedents The comparison is insulting my intelligence 'Cause real recognize real, and real you ain't never been You never will, I catch ya where you chill, Holla at ya where you live nigga, fuck a record deal (what's happenin') I graduated out the yay, to stack a couple mill Who would figure it would be a rap nigga I have to kill My partners telling me shawty you have to chill (fuck that shit) But I'm a end Up hating with steel, what is is, still dope boy trap niggas Worldwide lovin' it, haters see the spider and they wanna put a slug in it Fuck it, I'm a G, I been a rider, I ain't studding it Better get ya mind of mind, and start hustling [Chorus] I should BG banging the stripes, ideas when I strike Breaking my victims, lining them niggas all with the light Get it right, hold it tight, blast with all your might See we hustle for them grands 'til the early light Follow my plan on command, leave 'em dead where they stand Ain't no stopping the man nigga with grands in my hands Living the fast lane, grand hustle the gram when the cash came (Grand hustle nigga) The police book me, take my fingerprint and last name If I'm stuck in a cell, how would I maintain Lock up all these niggas, the penitentiary mind frame I strive for perfection, my method is quite collective Check out the fuckin' way I just rep it This dog pound gangsta in the back take a licking Rims shining, fresh paint, T.I. counting paper Big moves stay on deck with the tools All y'all niggas and bitches and niggas get sprayed with the tools [Chorus] [Daz] This how we hustle for the paper, cause the hustle get harder I'm dog pounded out, an Atlanta Brave starter Money, weed, and bitches, 24 inches conversating T.I. plotted on getting these niggas, now for my niggas Murdering, killing, wheeling the spider, on a mission All my niggas y'all know how the fuck we kick it I'm a keep my eye on a meal ticket, hustle it up motherfucker better kick it [T.I] All eyes on me, with my westside homie In a drop 65, on D's, wanna ride on me I got a forty-five, on me In a hurry to die homie, get live on me You charged with tryin' to OG And I'm creepin' through the crowd, low key, nigga You don't know me I learned from niggas before me I got insomnia shawty, I don't sleep, I bomb, I don't creep [Chorus: with ad libs] [Talking: T.I. & Daz] Y'all niggas know how we do this shit T.I, that nigga Daz....you know what I mean This my life, your life, our life, his life.live it to the fullest One time for Pac, we miss you nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah One time for Shorty be, keepin' it pimpin' (Aye) PSC, Grand Hustle, pimp (yeah) Fuck nigga, let this be a lesson to ya, yeah, yeah, yeah Y'all niggas better start training man You better be a damn good ducker nigga, When I goddamn let loose with this chopper, you understand that I ain't playin' with y'all niggas, Once the motherfuckin' judge Slam that goddamn gaffel nigga and let a motherfuckin' case beat nigga I'm at ya'll ass nigga..Mark my motherfuckin' words, Fuck boys I'm laying low for a reason pimp, ha, fuck niggas