lirik lagu ft french montana meek mill - my life (ft. french montana) - meek mill
[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-gg-s say they made me
taking credit from my mama, sh-t amaze me
how n-gg-s 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-gg- dancing like he bobby brown
i’m well-respected in my city, even out of town
and don’t ever tuck my chain
n-gg-, how that sound? how that look?
we don’t live by the book, we just live by the code
a lot of n-gg-s got exposed when feds came through
they was dropping names too
n-gg-s 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-gg-s say 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
look you in a cell when they detain
rather die before i go out working like i’m django
i’m gone…
[hook: french montana]
n-gg-s want me dead everyday that i wake up
f-ck what they talking ’bout, n-gg- i’m talking paper
and here’s another one, here’s another one
streets is watching
a new b-tch, new car
her -ss 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 rangers
money’ll have your closest friends turning into strangers
that’s dangerous, n-gg-s shoot and they’ll aim at us
shooting in the sky, you tryna hit the angels up
n-gg-s 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-gg-s, ten b-tches running train on us
looking at these rap n-gg-s 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’…
n-gg-, 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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