T.I. My Life cover

My Life

Nov 29, 2003

My Life Lyrics

Song Meaning
Verse 1
I know it's your life nigga, you do as you please (That's right)
But you know we be fucking up
Huh, huh, yeah hey, hey, hey, yea, yea, yeah (What)
Hey, hey, hey, yea, yea, yeah
That nigga Daz and T.I., is in the motherfuckin' house, you know what I mean
It's your life nigga, live or die
Verse 0
Can't ya see I'm on fire, so quit hating on me pimpin', I'm just living my life
Think I ain't gone ride, on all you pussy niggas tryin' to put an end to my life
You can't do it, don't try, I know you sucker niggas wish that you was living my life
In white linen, I'm fly, top down in the spiderville, riding for the rest of my life
Verse 2
A-town veteran, started at eleven
When and bought an eight-ball, I was staying down every since
That's why its hard to find a young rapper nigga better than
Bankhead resident, Westside represent, Pimp Squad mobster
Verse 3
Grand Hustle president, heart of a lion and the nuts of an elephant
Trap music heaven sent, you hating and it's evident
You trying to stack presidents, I'm tryin' to set precedents
The comparison is insulting my intelligence
Verse 4
'Cause real recognize real, and real you ain't never been
You never will, I catch ya where you chill,
Holla at ya where you live nigga, fuck a record deal (what's happenin')
I graduated out the yay, to stack a couple mill
Verse 5
Who would figure it would be a rap nigga I have to kill
My partners telling me shawty you have to chill (fuck that shit)
But I'm a end Up hating with steel, what is is, still dope boy trap niggas
Worldwide lovin' it, haters see the spider and they wanna put a slug in it
Fuck it, I'm a G, I been a rider, I ain't studding it
Better get ya mind of mind, and start hustling
Verse 6
Verse 7
I should BG banging the stripes, ideas when I strike
Breaking my victims, lining them niggas all with the light
Get it right, hold it tight, blast with all your might
See we hustle for them grands 'til the early light
Verse 8
Follow my plan on command, leave 'em dead where they stand
Ain't no stopping the man nigga with grands in my hands
Living the fast lane, grand hustle the gram when the cash came
(Grand hustle nigga)
Verse 9
The police book me, take my fingerprint and last name
If I'm stuck in a cell, how would I maintain
Lock up all these niggas, the penitentiary mind frame
I strive for perfection, my method is quite collective
Verse 10
Check out the fuckin' way I just rep it
This dog pound gangsta in the back take a licking
Rims shining, fresh paint, T.I. counting paper
Big moves stay on deck with the tools
All y'all niggas and bitches and niggas get sprayed with the tools
Verse 11
Verse 12
This how we hustle for the paper, cause the hustle get harder
I'm dog pounded out, an Atlanta Brave starter
Money, weed, and bitches, 24 inches conversating
Verse 13
T.I. plotted on getting these niggas, now for my niggas
Murdering, killing, wheeling the spider, on a mission
All my niggas y'all know how the fuck we kick it
I'm a keep my eye on a meal ticket, hustle it up motherfucker better kick it
Verse 14
All eyes on me, with my westside homie
In a drop 65, on D's, wanna ride on me
I got a forty-five, on me
In a hurry to die homie, get live on me
Verse 15
You charged with tryin' to OG
And I'm creepin' through the crowd, low key, nigga
You don't know me
I learned from niggas before me
I got insomnia shawty, I don't sleep, I bomb, I don't creep
Verse 16
[Chorus: with ad libs]
Verse 17
[Talking: T.I. & Daz]
Y'all niggas know how we do this shit
T.I, that nigga Daz....you know what I mean
This my life, your life, our life, his life.live it to the fullest
One time for Pac, we miss you nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah
One time for Shorty be, keepin' it pimpin' (Aye)
Verse 18
PSC, Grand Hustle, pimp (yeah)
Fuck nigga, let this be a lesson to ya, yeah, yeah, yeah
Y'all niggas better start training man
You better be a damn good ducker nigga,
Verse 19
When I goddamn let loose with this chopper, you understand that
I ain't playin' with y'all niggas, Once the motherfuckin' judge
Slam that goddamn gaffel nigga and let a motherfuckin' case beat nigga
I'm at ya'll ass nigga..Mark my motherfuckin' words, Fuck boys
I'm laying low for a reason pimp, ha, fuck niggas

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