Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song m y . l i f e, artist - J. Cole. Date of issue: 13.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
m y . l i f e |
| Oh, you came there, God |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Oh, Lord |
| No matter how, no matter how long it take, yeah |
| No matter how long it take, nigga |
| Oh, God, yeah |
| You better be |
| Spiralin' up, just like a rich nigga staircase (Spiral up) |
| No fly zone, please stay the fuck out my airspace (Out my face) |
| Niggas say things behind backs that they wouldn't dare say (Dare say) |
| Know it's on sight when I see you, I'm workin' at Squarespace |
| Yeah, top of the mornin', I know that you thought I was dormant |
| Woke up early from shots that were swarmin' |
| A block full of opps, now the cops in an orbit |
| Guess somebody got popped, now thеy knockin' on doors |
| Tryna find an informant but I ain't see Nathan |
| I'm mindin' my business as God is my witness |
| No weapon gon' prospеr that’s formin' against me |
| Nigga, I'm starvin', immensely |
| Know when I'm done with these songs, you gon' miss me |
| Ja Morant, I'm on my Grizzly |
| You niggas just cubs but no, not the ones in the big leagues |
| After The Fall Off, I promise I'm comin' to sellin' out Wrigley's |
| Nigga, I'm just a product of poverty, full of narcotics to profit off quickly |
| My family tree got a history of users that struggle with demons |
| Not really the hustler instincts |
| Therefore, often, my pockets was empty |
| So while some of my partners was servin' up rocks on the corners, the project assemblies |
| Me, I was startin' to envy, wanna be on the top where it's plenty |
| Wanna be in the spot like where every bitch want me like Rihanna droppin' new Fenty |
| What I see in the sky, the 'Ville is the ceilin', can't reach up too high, evidently |
| Nah, shit, I can't reach up too high, evidently |
| Never seen no one drivin' a Bentley |
| I can't be out here moppin' up Wendy's |
| My life is all I have |
| My rhymes, my pen, my pad |
| And I done made it out the struggle, don't judge me |
| What you sayin' now won't budge me |
| 'Cause where I come from (Come from), so often (So often) |
| People you grow up with layin' in a coffin |
| But I done made it through the pain and strife |
| It's my time now, my world, my life, my life |
| Say what? The stuff that I've seen got me traumatized |
| I let the K go when Johnny died |
| Swangin' that muhfucka' side to side |
| We don't participate, ain't with that squashin' shit, all we believe in is homicide |
| I got a good heart, so I send teddy bears every time we make they mommas cry |
| I pray that my past ain't ahead of me (21) |
| When I'm in love, I love heavily (On God) |
| If you betray me, you dead to me (21) |
| I disrespect you respectfully (Straight up) |
| I got some partners who left this Earth |
| Maybe the pain made a better me (On God) |
| Just know that they secrets is kept with me (On God) |
| I feel like the streets is in debt with me (Straight up) |
| I gave my heart away to all the dawg hoes 'cause that's who accepted me (21) |
| I blame my pops for that shit 'cause if he didn't fail, he could've corrected me (21) |
| Give all the props to my momma 'cause no matter what, she always protected me (On God) |
| I promise you, it ain't no checkin' me (On God) |
| Jump in the water, get wet with me (Straight up, 21, 21) |
| You want my money or wanna have sex with me? |
| Can't let the opps or the law get the best of me |
| I get to answerin', you get to testin' me |
| I see chicken, you niggas is breast to me |
| Planted a seed but it ain't a sesame |
| Can't let you niggas or bitches grow next to me |
| My life is all I have |
| My rhymes, my pen, my pad |
| And I done made it out the struggle, don't judge me |
| What you sayin' now won't budge me |
| 'Cause where I come from (Come from), so often (So often) |
| People you grow up with layin' in a coffin |
| But I done made it through the pain and strife |
| It's my time now, my world, my life, my life |