My Life - Lyrics

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"My Life -" is track #17 on the album Urban Legend. It was written by Mathers, Marshall B. Iii / Levine, Adam / Griffin, Larry Darnell Jr. / Jackson, Curtis James / Rooney, Herbert Louis.
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I know it's your life nigga, you do as you please
But you know we be fucking up
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
That nigga Daz and T.I is in the motherfuckin' house
You know what I mean it's your life nigga, live or die

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 Spider Ville, 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 it's hard to find a young
Rap nigga better than bank head resident, West side 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 and never will
I catch you where you chill, holla at ya where you live nigga
Fuck a record deal I graduated out the way, to stack a couple mill

Who would figure it would be a rap nigga I have to kill
My potnaz telling me Shawty you have to chill but I'ma end up hating
With steel, what is his, 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 you mind of mind
And start hustling

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 Spider Ville, riding for the rest of my life

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 till 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
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

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 Spider Ville, riding for the rest of my life

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'ma keep my eye on a meal to you hustle it up
Motherfucker better kick it

All eyes on me, with my West side 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

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 Spider Ville, riding for the rest of my life

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 B, keepin' it pimpin' PSC, Grand Hustle, pimp
Fuck nigga, let this be a lesson to you, 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 y'all ass nigga
Mark my motherfuckin' words, fuck boys, I'm laying low
For a reason pimp, fuck niggas

Songwriters
MATHERS, MARSHALL B. III / LEVINE, ADAM / GRIFFIN, LARRY DARNELL JR. / JACKSON, CURTIS JAMES / ROONEY, HERBERT LOUIS

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