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点击复制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