点击下载歌曲：My Life

S-L-A U-G-H T-E-R-H-O-U-S-E
Yes we are the best in the biz
The west in the b-tch
This Eastside money over coochie man
645 when dip through the burbs
I be on my Gucci Man
Smash on the gas, kick a b-tch to the curb
House in the hills, thousands and mills
Getting wild in the field with your spouse in Brazil
On ounces and pills, how does it feel?
To count dollar bills that I found off skills
Check it out, Jets fly private
N-gga S5 Hybrid, baby test drive my whip
I’m in Bed Stuy with my chick
On my westside fly sh-t
Pulling out minks when the weather get chilly
Left Eye side kick
Now don’t you n-ggas go chasing waterfalls
These b-tches wall to wall
And they love…

Sometimes I look around and I just
I just can’t believe it
I’m on a high like a falsetto
Maybe that’s why I feel like I’m dreaming
My eyes just quit
Look what I’m seeing, my life just shifted
I feel like I’m breathing
Light that spliff, now I don’t even smoke cause it burn my throat but tonight I’m steaming
‘Tron in my cup, holding mine up, toasting to the slut that I know I’m gon’ f-ck
In these five star sheets, put her right to sleep
Then kick the b-tch out when I wake up
Even though baby girl got a large ol’ ass
I remember praying that my car goes last
Now my car so fast that I dont think you’ll understand it in a Murcielago dash
When you ride through the dirt and you work til it hurt than you end up on Marshall’s staff
Hoping that your granny get to see you at the Grammy’s
Get a call from your family that your grandma passed
Then you know what you promised her
So that you stay hot as a, thermometer, dipped in lava
So proud to be part of a conglomerate, like this

What a success story
When the film plays it gets less gory
My son didn’t know who his pop was for years
Now its less Maury, God put it there as a test for me
Used to walk around with a vest at 40
Cops tryna mess hall me
Now babes with the 44F’s adore me
I took the rock and a hard place and made the best orgy
Now the fans approach I get paranoid
Where I’m from tell me never let you’re guard rest
But it’s simple to disregard stress
Hoes run to the pole and they far fetched

Now jets fly high sh-t
That Panamera Porsche that’s Ryan’s fly whip
As a kid I was playing tag, now I’m it!
For those of ya’ll that don’t remember me
I’m a Detroit old Parker
Went from no office to offers
I told ya’ll I would get my daddy out the post office
And so far I don’t really need to own my city
Just as long as the D is on my fitted
My sons and my daughter and my wife is along for the ride
This is the motherf-cking life

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