Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Life , by - cB. Release date: 19.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Life |
| Let me tell you 'bout my life, I don’t spit no lies |
| Really in the field puttin' skengs in rides |
| Come a long way from using kitchen knives |
| Now we step with waps when we go them sides |
| Knife straight bodies, broad day bootings |
| These opps still losing, the papers can prove it |
| Probably saw you nigga on the news looking stupid |
| And if it weren’t us, it was my CG shooters |
| Beef gets cookin', G’s staying juggin' |
| Say they’re on me but they ain’t been lookin' |
| I ain’t hard to find, I’m on the Gaza 7th |
| Just passed that shellings, get him bun and won’t regret it |
| These girls on my dick like this thing on my hip |
| Spend a day with the kid, I’ll have you holdin' my stick |
| War with us, you must be smokin' dubs |
| And I made man run when I called his bluff |
| Best come correct or it’s smokey settings |
| The driver ducked, so we bored his bredrin |
| Anywhere it goes, man knows that’s shellings |
| And I ain’t gotta talk, man knows that I’ll kweff him |
| Fuck with the gang, man’s loading weapons |
| Now we gotta step and teach them lessons |
| Man already know, don’t war with the 7th |
| When you talk 'bout drills, it’s us they mention |
| Corn still bussin', G’s stay thuggin' |
| Everybody shootin' but I’m tryna drop suttin' |
| Everybody’s talkin' but they ain’t on nuttin' |
| Let me see 'em, I’ma bun him |
| Wood Gaza from a youngen |
| Talk on my name, get smoked and it’s been shown |
| Corn gets crashed and they dash like they ain’t involved |
| Niggas get bagged and ain’t stickin' to the code |
| If my bro’s on that yute, then that yute’s gotta go |
| Need more bands cah these waps ain’t free |
| But we got this Jeep to go slap these neeks |
| Beef is beef, music’s music |
| They’re ridin' on the beat but ain’t ridin' on the streets |
| Killers in the booth but real life, we know the truth |
| Free my killer Crookes, he’ll be back real soon |
| Free my nigga Shortz, he was swervin' on the opp block |
| And free my nigga H, he got twelve for that dot-dot |
| Best come correct or it’s smokey settings |
| The driver ducked, so we bored his bredrin |
| Anywhere it goes, man knows that’s shellings |
| And I ain’t gotta talk, man knows that I’ll kweff him |
| Fuck with the gang, man’s loading weapons |
| Now we gotta step and teach them lessons |
| Man already know, don’t war with the 7th |
| When you talk 'bout drills, it’s us they mention |