Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Life, artist - French Montana. Date of issue: 26.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Life |
| The world is yours and everything in it |
| You gonna go get it? |
| Mama couldn’t save me, daddy dead so he couldn’t raise me |
| I’m still tripping off them hoes that played me |
| Same bitches fronting on me when I had my baby |
| It’s crazy, and niggas say they made me |
| Taking credit from my mama, shit amaze me |
| How niggas 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 nigga dancing like he Bobby Brown |
| I’m well-respected in my city, even out of town |
| And don’t ever tuck my chain |
| Nigga, how that sound? |
| How that look? |
| We don’t live by the book, we just live by the code |
| A lot of niggas got exposed when feds came through |
| They was dropping names too |
| Niggas 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 pussy niggas 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… |
| Niggas want me dead everyday that I wake up |
| Fuck you talking ‘bout, you ain’t talking paper |
| And here’s another one, here’s another one |
| Streets watching |
| A new bitch, a new car |
| Her ass soft, I go hard |
| And here’s another one, here’s another one |
| Streets watching |
| If I fuck her, I’m brainless |
| She fuck 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, niggas shoot and they’ll aim at us |
| Shooting in the sky, you tryna hit the angels up |
| Niggas tripping like y’all dipping off angel dust |
| And all these cubans 'round my neck getting tangled up |
| I only fuck with bad bitches that be trained to fuck |
| Five niggas, ten bitches run a train on us |
| Looking at these rap niggas they all lame as fuck |
| 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 |
| Nigga, I could score your bitch with a flick of the wrist |
| Swear that Audemar flash light like I’m flicking a pic |