Lyrics My Life (feat. Goo Glizzy & YoungBoy Never Broke Again) - Bonus - Shy Glizzy , Goo Glizzy , Glizzy Gang , YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Oh nah, we good
I gotta move that shit away from that shit
Lemme say that shit over
I know that you
Hey
You ain't gotta
Hey

You ain't gotta like me just to feel what I say
Niggas dyin'
Young boy
I'm tryna live til' I'm gray
Livin' in my city
That's the type of chances you take
I'm surrounded by killers, and robbers, and snakes
And I can only pray for the sunshine
Cause I hate to spend
My life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin' one time
Still standin' over the pot
And I still stand over a opp
MOBB

Niggas don't know what's real
Only thing a nigga know
Is what they fuckin' hear
It ain't my fault
I'm surprised I'm still here
Niggas ain't got heart
Niggas can't get up with me
Cause they ain't got hops
They see Big Mobb heart skip a beat
Nigga they shell shocked
Shout out big Bobby
That's my teacher
Swear I'm so fucking smart
He sat me down, showed me the rules
And told me, "Boy, you gon' function"
Made me write my number 20 times
And pass it to junkies
I was 14
Motorola, boy that was pumpin'
If he ain't never tell me shit
He told me get me some money
One thing you can't do
Bitch, is take nothing from me
Ery time I went to jail
They ain't get a word from me
Almost every bitch I had played
I don't need a woman
Said "I ain't playing with guns no more"
And I came home to a fully
Seen my opps a week later
I turned into a bully
I can't get destroyed
I'm paranoid
Not paranoid
Two choppas when I sleep
Come kill me if I'm lyin' boy
King of the jungle
Nigga I'm a lion boy
I ain't lying
My big homies call me big homie
Ridin' wit that fat shit
And the stick on me
Fuck them hoes
Shit, they can't get no dick from me
I'm out of town
Droppin' off a half of sniff homie
I'm fine everywhere
I ain't got shit on me
I'll teach you how to move
Sincerely
Your big homie
MOBB

You ain't gotta like me just to feel what I say
Niggas dyin'
Young boy
I'm tryna live til' I'm gray
Livin' in my city
That's the type of chances you take
I'm surrounded by killers, and robbers, and snakes
And I can only pray for the sunshine
Cause I hate to spend
My life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin' one time
Still standin' over the pot
And I still stand over a opp
MOBB

Take chances
Eyes starin' through the Wraith
See diamonds dancing
All they see is
My ice, my ice, my ice
Ridin' in the fast lane
With it all on the line
Not tryna be another body through the night
Hold on
Big pistol
Millionaire
Gang baby
Wig splitter
On 8 meditate to get him 10 figures
Old hatin' ass niggas throwin' shots
We clear the block
They mad that they can't get up with 'em
For to get 'em
It's gon' take more than 10 niggas
Priceless chain on
Killers behind him
They gon' die behind that
Knock you off
Probably get 100 racks
Ones in the grave
Who I won't never get back
I could kill a whole clique
And our pain won't still match

Big homie
MOBB
You ain't gotta like me just to feel what I say
Niggas dyin'
Young boy
I'm tryna live til' I'm gray
Livin' in my city
That's the type of chances you take
I'm surrounded by killers, and robbers, and snakes
And I can only pray for the sunshine
Cause I hate to spend
My life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin' one time
Still standin' over the pot
And I still stand over a opp
MOBB