letra de my life - meek mill
the world is yours and everything in it
you wanna go get it?
mama couldn’t save me
daddy did so he couldn’t raise me
i’m still tripping off them hoes that played me
same b-tches fronting on me when i had my baby
it’s crazy and n-gg-rs say they made me
taking credit from my mama sh-t amaze me
how n-gg-rs 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 n-gg-r dancing like he bobby brown
i’m well-respected in my city even out of town
and don’t ever tuck my chain
n-gg-r how that sound?
how that look?
we don’t live by the book
we just live by the code
a lot of n-gg-rs got exposed when feds came through
they was dropping names too
n-gg-rs 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 p-ssy n-gg-rs tell you what you can’t do
every time they said that i left
tthat was when i came through
range new 38 ain’t 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
n-gg-rs want me dead every day that i wake up
f-ck what they talking bout n-gg-r i’m talking paper
here’s another one, here’s another one
streets is watching
a new b-tch new car
her -ss up, i go hard
and here’s another one, here’s another one
streets is watching
if i f-ck her i’m brainless
she f-ck 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 n-gg-rs shoot and they’ll aim at us
shooting in the sky you tryna hit the angels up
you n-gg-rs tripping like i’m dipping off angel dust
and all these cubans round me neck getting tangled up
i only f-ck with bad b-tches that be trained to f-ck
five n-gg-rs ten b-tches running train on us
looking at these rap n-gg-rs they all lame as f-ck
miniskirts, 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
n-gg-r i could score your b-tch with a flick of the wrist
cause when that audemar flashes like i’m flicking a pic
n-gg-rs want me dead every day that i wake up
f-ck what they talking bout n-gg-r i’m talking paper
here’s another one, here’s another one
streets is watching
a new b-tch new car
her -ss up, i go hard
and here’s another one, here’s another one
streets is watching
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