My Life - Meek Mill/French Montana

Lyrics by：Derrick Johnson

The world is yours and everything in it

You gonna go get it

Mama couldn't save me daddy did so he couldn't raise me

I'm still tripping off them hoes that played me

Same b***hes fronting on me when I had my baby

It's crazy and n***as say they made me

Taking credit from my mama s**t amaze me

How n***as talking down when I'm not around

But every time I'm in the building schhh not a sound

I line my haters up and clap them down

That choppa have n***a dancing like he Bobby Brown

I'm well-respected in my city even out of town

And don't ever tuck my chain

N***a how that sound How that look

We don't live by the book we just live by the code

A lot of n***as got exposed when feds came through

They was dropping names too

N***as 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 P***y n***as 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

N***as want me dead everyday that I wake up

F**k what they talking

'Bout n***a I'm talking paper

And here's another one here's another here's another one

Here's another

Streets is watching

A new b***h new car

Her a*s up I go hard

And here's another one here's another here's another one

Here's another

Streets is watching

If I f**k her I'm brainless

She f**k 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 n***as shoot and

They'll aim at us

Shooting in the sky you tryna hit the angels up

N***as tripping like I'm dipping off angel dust

And all these cubans 'round me neck

Getting tangled up

I only f**k with bad b***hes that be

Trained to f**k

Five n***as ten b***hes running train on us

Looking at these rap n***as

They all lame as f**k

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

N***a I could score your b***h with a flick of the wrist

Swear that Audemar flash light

Like I'm flicking a pic

N***as want me dead everyday that I wake up

Wake up

F**k what they talking 'bout n***a

I'm talking paper paper

And here's another here's another one here's another one

Here's another

Streets is watching

A new b***h new car

Her a*s up I go hard

And here's another here's another one here's another one

Here's anothe

Streets is watching