Meek Mill - My Life lyrics

rate me

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