My Life Lyrics - Meek Mill

1 The world is yours and everything in it

2 You gonna go get it?

3 Mama couldn't save me, daddy dead so he couldn't raise me

4 I'm still tripping off them hoes that played me

5 Same bitches fronting on me when I had my baby

6 It's crazy, and niggas say they made me

7 Taking credit from my mama, shit amaze me

8 How niggas talking down when I'm not around

9 But every time I'm in the building, shhh, not a sound

10 I line my haters up and clap them down

11 That choppa have nigga dancing like he Bobby Brown

12 I'm well-respected in my city, even out of town

13 And don't ever tuck my chain

14 Nigga, how that sound? How that look?

15 We don't live by the book, we just live by the code

16 A lot of niggas got exposed when feds came through

17 They was dropping names too

18 Niggas say I changed up but I'm with the same crew

19 I was always told to get the money and remain you

20 Never let these pussy niggas tell you what you can't do

21 Every time they said that I left, that was when I came through

22 Range new, .38 special when the flame blew

23 Just in case I gotta flame you

24 What a feeling when them people tryna frame you

25 Lock you in a cell when detain you

26 Rather die before I go out working like I'm Django

27 I'm gone...

28 Niggas want me dead everyday I wake up

29 Fuck you talking 'bout, you ain't talking paper

30 And here's another one, here's another one

31 Streets watching

32 A new bitch, a new car

33 Her ass soft, I go hard

34 And here's another one, here's another one

35 Streets watching

36 If I fuck her, I'm brainless

37 She fuck me, she might get famous

38 She might get a chance to ride jet and drive Ranges

39 Money'll have your closest friends turning into strangers

40 That's dangerous, niggas shoot and they'll aim at us

41 Shooting in the sky, you tryna hit the angels up

42 Niggas tripping like y'all dipping off angel dust

43 And all these cubans 'round my neck getting tangled up

44 I only fuck with bad bitches that be trained to fuck

45 Five niggas, ten bitches run a train on us

46 Looking at these rap niggas they all lame as fuck

47 Mini skirts, skinny jeans with the strangest cuts

48 I stick to the script, switch like stick on the shift

49 Early mornings in the kitchen like I'm whippin' the grits

50 Nigga, I could score your bitch with a flick of the wrist

51 Swear that Audemar flash light like I'm flicking a pic

52 Niggas want me dead everyday I wake up

53 Fuck you talking 'bout, you ain't talking paper

54 And here's another one, here's another one

55 Streets watching

56 A new bitch, a new car

57 Her ass soft, I go hard

58 And here's another one, here's another one

59 Streets watching