My Life

[Intro]
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

[Chorus]
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'd 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

[Verse 1]
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 twenty times and pass it to junkies
I was fourteen, 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
E'ry 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
Hoo-ridin' with 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

[Chorus]
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'd 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

[Verse 2]
Take chances, eyes starin' through the Wraith, see diamonds dancin'
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 eight, meditate to get him ten figures
Old hatin'-ass niggas throwin' shots, we clear the block, they mad that they can't get up with 'em
But to get 'em, it's gon' take more than ten niggas
Priceless chain on, killers behind him, they gon' die behind that
Knock you off, probably get a hundred 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

[Chorus]
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'd 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