"My Life" lyrics

"My Life"
(feat. TQ)

[Juvenile:]
Who the fuck - nigga hitting shots in the truck
Hope I'm able to make this right turn, my Neon fucked
The wodie that I'm with, bawling up like a bitch
instead of trying to retaliate by busting his shit
My leg already fucked up, been playing it bald
Now I gotta drive the car too, funny and all
Left arm on the steering wheel, right on the Mac
Them niggas brought it to me raw so I'm bringing it back
Out the window with it dumb sinning, but I crashed
This boy went straight through window his stupid ass
And I'm noticing I smell gas
Gotta bust a airbag, get out the car fast and haul ass
I still gotta duck bullets that cut through bricks
What the fuck I did to make niggas want do me like this
Won't be long 'fore one of the bullets ignite the gas
They'll meet - even the buildings gonna be ash

[TQ:]
My life my life my life my life
My life my life my life my life
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone

My life my life my life my life
My life my life my life my life
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone

[Juvenile:]
I'ma go on to survive but the story returns
After being treated several months for 3rd degree burns
My little cousin Denaun flipped out, and murdered his children
I gotta go by my aunt now, he hurting her feelings
He's looking at a L, swearing no need for a trial
Accept it like a man bitch or live in denial
What you think the people gon' say, when they look at his file
Hear that little boy, snicker he in here for a while
I had a shit bag on me, I could barely walk
Everybody knew the story but was scared to talk
I read lips when I pull up, right after I park
I hear a nigga say what's happen wo' but not from the heart
Word gotta be out, a lot of tension's in the air black
Your everyday niggas ain't even muchly making transac'
If I think about a gun, I'ma get ten
The people got they ears to the streets and they be listening

[TQ:]
My life my life my life my life
My life my life my life my life
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone

[Juvenile:]
niggas be knowing them bitches slipping when I'm dishing
I'd rather be locked down in prison than come up missing
But that goes to show you how fast the laws work
They was peeping with somebody that punished them boys first
Don't they know the people still thinking I sent the hit
I'd accept it if I did it but they wrong for that shit
To the police, I sounded like the boy crying wolf
'Cause they know I like slangin rice shooting dice with the crooks
Everything in life I accumulated I took
It's a never-ending episode, my life is a book
I'm hot, so I'm riding 'round up in Rock [?]
There's a funeral pass, two cops and five limos
Man that's one of them niggas was trying to snipe me
I bet you everybody in that crowd don't like me
I should go up in the bitch busting
But they got innocent bystanders that never did the clique nothing

[TQ:]
My life my life my life my life
My life my life my life my life
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone

My life my life my life my life
My life my life my life my life
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone


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