Meek Mill - My Life Lyrics

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The world is yours and everything in it
You wanna 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 bitches fronting on me when I had my baby
It's crazy and niggers say they made me
Taking credit from my mama shit amaze me
How niggers talking down when I'm not around
But every time I'm in the building shh not a sound
I line my haters up and clap them down
That choppa have nigger dancing like he Bobby Brown
I'm well-respected in my city even out of town
And don't ever tuck my chain
Nigger how that sound?
How that look?
We don't live by the book
We just live by the code
A lot of niggers got exposed when feds came through
They was dropping names too
Niggers 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 niggers tell you what you can't do
Every time they said that I left
Tthat was when I came through
Range new 38 ain't 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

Niggers want me dead every day that I wake up
Fuck what they talking bout nigger I'm talking paper
Here's another one, here's another one
Streets is watching
A new bitch new car
Her ass up, I go hard
And here's another one, here's another one
Streets is watching

If I fuck her I'm brainless
She fuck 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 niggers shoot and they'll aim at us
Shooting in the sky you tryna hit the angels up
You niggers tripping like I'm dipping off angel dust
And all these cubans round me neck getting tangled up
I only fuck with bad bitches that be trained to fuck
Five niggers ten bitches running train on us
Looking at these rap niggers they all lame as fuck
Miniskirts, 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
Nigger I could score your bitch with a flick of the wrist
Cause when that Audemar flashes like I'm flicking a pic

Niggers want me dead every day that I wake up
Fuck what they talking bout nigger I'm talking paper
Here's another one, here's another one
Streets is watching
A new bitch new car
Her ass up, I go hard
And here's another one, here's another one
Streets is watching


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