My Life (feat. French Montana)

The world is yours and everything in it

You gonna go get it?

Uh, 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 **** say they made me

Taking credit from my mama, shit amaze me

How **** talking down when I'm not around

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

I line my haters up and clap them down

That choppa have a **** dancing like he Bobby Brown

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

And aye won't ever tuck my chain, ****, how that sound?

How that look?

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

A lot of **** got exposed when the feds came through

They was dropping names too

**** say I changed up but I'm with the same crew

I was always told to get that money and remain you

Never let these pussy **** 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 blue

Just in case I gotta flame you

What a feeling when them people tryna frame you

Lock you in a cell and detain you

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

I'm gone

(Huh, fool)

**** want me dead, every day that I wake up

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

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

Streets watching, huh

A new bitch, a new car, huh

Her ass soft, I go hard, huh (Hard)

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

(Gangsta)

Streets watching, fool

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 how your closest friends turning into strangers

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

Shooting in the sky, you tryna hit the angels up

You **** 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 ****, ten bitches run a train on us

Looking at these rap ****, they all lame as fuck

Mini skirts, skinny jeans with the strangest cuts

I stick to the script, switch like a stick with the shift

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

****, I could score your bitch

With a flick of the wrist

Swear that Audemar flashlight like I'm flicking a pic

(Huh, fool)

**** want me dead, every day that I wake up

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

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

Streets watching, huh

A new bitch, a new car, huh

Her ass soft, I go hard, huh

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

(Gangsta)

Streets watching fool