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T.I. feat Daz Dillinger - My Life /Lyrics
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
Daz Dillinger
Daz Dillinger
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Harris, Jr.
Clifford Harris, Jr.
Songwriter
Delmar Arnaud
Delmar Arnaud
Songwriter
Stuart Jordan
Stuart Jordan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T.I.
T.I.
Executive Producer
Daz Dillinger
Daz Dillinger
Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Corey Williams
Corey Williams
Engineer
Jason Geter
Jason Geter
Executive Producer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Shorty B
Shorty B
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You know it's your life, ****, you do as you please
That's right
But you know when you fuck up
Huh, huh, dig
[Verse 2]
Ay, ay, ay, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay, ay, ay
Yeah, yeah, yeah
A **** Daz and T.I.'s in the motherfuckin' house, you know what I mean?
It's your life, ****, live and die
[Verse 3]
Can't you see I'm on fire?
So quit hatin' on me pimpin', I'm just livin' my life
Think I ain't gon' ride
On all your pussy **** tryna put an end to my life
You can't do it, don't try
I know you sucker **** wish that you was livin' my life
In white linen I'm fly
Top down in the Spider, be a rider for the rest of my life
[Verse 4]
A-Town veteran started at 11
Went and bought an eight-ball, I was stayin' down ever since
That's why it's hard to find a young rap **** better than
The bank head resident, west side represent
Pimp squad mobster, grand hustle president
Heart of a lion and the nuts of an elephant (Ay)
Trap music heaven sent, you hatin' and it's evident
You tryna stack presidents, I'm tryna set precedents
[Verse 5]
The comparison's insulting my intelligence
'Cause real recognize real and real you ain't never been
And never will, I catch you where you chill
Holler at you where you live, ****, fuck a record deal
Pimp graduated out the ye to stack a couple mil'
Would you figure it'd be a rap **** I'd have to kill?
My partner's telling me, shawty, you have to chill
But I'ma end up hatin' with the steel, what it is
Still dope boy trap **** worldwide lovin' me
Haters see the Spider and they wanna put a slug in it
Fuck it I'm a G, I've been a rider, I ain't studying it
You better get your mind off mine and start hustling
[Verse 6]
Can't you see I'm on fire?
So quit hatin' on me pimpin', I'm just livin' my life
Think I ain't gon' ride
On all your pussy **** tryna put an end to my life
You can't do it, don't try
I know you sucker **** wish that you was livin' my life
In white linen I'm fly
Top down in the Spider, be a rider for the rest of my life
[Verse 7]
As a BG gaining my stripes I avenge when I strike
Prey on my victims, blind them **** all with the light
Get it right, hold it tight, blast with all your might
See we hustle for them grams till the early light
Follow my plan on command, leave 'em dead where they stand
Ain't no stoppin' the man, ****, with grams in my hand
Livin' the fast lane, grand hustle the grand when the cash came
The police book me, take my fingerprints and last name
[Verse 8]
Now I'm stuck in a cell, how would I maintain?
Lock up on these ****, the penitentiary mind frame
I strive for perfection, my method is quite collective
Check out the fuckin' way I just rep it
It's Dogg Pound gangster in the black stinky link
Rims shining, fresh paint and T.I. countin' paper
Big moves, stay on deck with the tools
All y'all **** and bitches with **** get sprayed with the tool, ra
[Verse 9]
Can't you see I'm on fire?
So quit hatin' on me pimpin', I'm just livin' my life
Think I ain't gon' ride
On all your pussy **** tryna put an end to my life
You can't do it, don't try
I know you sucker **** wish that you was livin' my life
In white linen I'm fly
Top down in the Spider, be a rider for the rest of my life
[Verse 10]
This how we hustle for the paper 'cause the hustle get harder
I'm Dogg Pound out in that Atlanta brave starter
Money, weed and bitches twenty-four inches
Conversating with T.I., plotting on getting these millions
Now for my **** murdering, killing real in the spot or on a mission
All my ****, y'all know how the fuck we kick it
I'ma keep my eyes on a meal ticket
Hustle it up, motherfucker, then kick it
[Verse 11]
All eyes on me with my westside homie in a drop '65 on D
Wanna ride on me? I got a .45 on me
In a hurry to die, homie? Get live on me
Be charged with tryna OG and I'm creepin' through the crowd low-key
****, you don't know me, I learned from **** before me
I got insomnia, shawty, I don't sleep, I bomb, I don't creep
[Verse 12]
Can't you see I'm on fire?
So quit hatin' on me pimpin', I'm just livin' my life
Think I ain't gon' ride
On all your pussy **** tryna put an end to my life
You can't do it, don't try
I know you sucker **** wish that you was livin' my life
In white linen I'm fly
Top down in the Spider, be a rider for the rest of my life
[Verse 13]
Y'all **** know how we do this shit
T.I., that ****, Daz, you know what I mean?
It's my life, your life, our life, his life
Let's live it to the fullest
[Verse 14]
One time for 'Pac, we miss you, ****
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One time for Shawty B keepin' it pimpin', ay
PSC, grand hustle pimp
Yeah, fuck ****, let this be a lesson to you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 15]
Y'all **** better start trainin', man
You better be a damn good ducker, ****
When I goddamn let loose with this chopper, you understand that?
I ain't playin' with y'all ****
Once the motherfuckin' judge slam that goddam gavel, ****
That's my motherfuckin' case beat, ****
I'm at y'all ass, ****, mark my motherfuckin' words, fuck boys
I'm layin' low for a reason, pimp
Ha, fuck ****
Written by: C. Harris, D. Arnaud, S. Jordan
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