My Life

[Intro]
Man you niggas don't even motherfuckin' know me man
I been gettin' money my whole motherfuckin' life
Like literally my whole motherfuckin' life man
Let me take y'all back to when I was twelve

[Verse]
Chilling at the crib, 1998
Mama kicked me out for cutting dope up on her plate
Jumped off the porch and ran straight through the gate
Running up the carbs, my nigga I got the weight
One for the five, give you two for the eight
You try to play games, you gettin' this thirty-eight
Back and forth to jail, mama stayed cryin'
If I tell you that I'm quitting baby I'll be lyin'
Now I'm chillin' in the trap with the racks and the roaches
Strap tucked on me, I'm surrounded by them vultures
Learned how to cook, then became a chemist
Way I flipped them packs you could've swore I was a gymnast
More money than the teacher, nigga fuck school
Getting money on the block, Meatfreak, Beans, and Bool
Box Chev' Caprice, sitting in the sky
Back when Ray Stone had the city so fly
I'm so fly, nigga nigga me too
Choppin' down hill, ran ten what it do?
Then I start ballin' birds, turn one into a few
With the same press machine that the cartel used
You want the story of my life nigga? (it's real)
I'll give it to you, it ain't fabricated
All of this money got me motivated
I done been backstabbed, been shot twice, been incarcerated
My life