My Life - Meek Mill feat French Montana
[Intro: Meek Mill]
The world is yours and everything in it
You gonna go get it?
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
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_tches fronting on me when I had my baby
It's crazy, and n_ggas say they made me
Taking credit from my mama, sh_t amaze me
How n_ggas 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_gga dancing like he Bobby Brown
I'm well-respected in my city, even out of town
And don't ever tuck my chain
N_gga, how that sound? How that look?
We don't live by the book, we just live by the code
A lot of n_ggas got exposed when feds came through
They was dropping names too
N_ggas 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_ssy n_ggas 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...
[Hook: French Montana]
N_ggas want me dead everyday that I wake up
F_ck what they talking 'bout, n_gga I'm talking paper
And here's another one, here's another one
Streets is watching
A new b_tch, new car
Her ass up, I go hard
And here's another one, here's another one
Streets is watching
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
If I f_ck her, I'm brainless
She f_ck 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_ggas shoot and they'll aim at us
Shooting in the sky, you tryna hit the angels up
N_ggas tripping like I'm dipping off angel dust
And all these cubans 'round me neck getting tangled up
I only f_ck with bad b_tches that be trained to f_ck
Five n_ggas, ten b_tches running train on us
Looking at these rap n_ggas they all lame as f_ck
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_gga, I could score your b_tch with a flick of the wrist
Swear that Audemar flash light like I'm flicking a pic
[Hook]
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