My Life

Lyrics

[Intro: Big Sad 1900] I need to feel your touch Ayy, man, I'm in this bitch off Hi-Tech Your love, it means so much to me I just poured up a three in a twenty-ounce You make it heaven Ayy ([?]) [Verse 1: Big Sad 1900] Let me fly you out, we'll do Miami for the weekend We done got it poppin', we somewhere off in the deep end You can keep your nigga when you with me, we just creepin' Caught him and I smoked him 'cause he said that we was beefin' I'm the better option, y'all can go with plenty reasons Spin the block in the Trackhawk like a demon Yeah, Par, know it, I poured that shit up when I was lеanin' It's time to go spend thousands on some jackеts, it's that season Any call from jail phones, they know we on top of that We gon' get them put in the dirt, watch who he poppin' at Shot up every nigga in your hood and told you, "Holler back" We just bought straps on straps, nigga, copy that [Chorus: Big Sad 1900 & Dolla Dame] Yeah, I be in the trenches, I be thuggin', ho I don't need your love, I just need the dough She slippin', she slidin', she comin' down the pole I need a hundred thousand, that's for every show Remember nights, my family said I had to go Remember nights on the block when it was slow Now I'm jumpin' off the plane, jumpin' on the road Now I'm bustin' out my watch, I'm out here rockin' gold (Look, yeah) [Verse 2: Dolla Dame] I hate twenties in my stash, I hate bitches with no ass Fend her off 'cause she's a fag I hate hoes who wanna suck and fuck on me without no cash She say she ain't have no money, only time that I get mad Kidnap you like a kid, a nigga play and they get grabbed On the road to the riches lately, I be chasin' bags Five thousand on my fit and I ain't even check the tags Probably why these niggas mad, I know they upset We got it right now, fuck a "up next" Every time you see me, I'ma up checks Stacked a hundred thousand, still feel it ain't enough yet I come from the gutter, baby, I been in the projects Get it out the mud with me, it's a crazy concept Belly of the beast, a lot of shit be hard to digest I done seen it all, got me feelin' like I'm used to it You just left the porch, I can tell, you look new to it Stack it out then blew through it Ice you like the rappers and I barely even do music The money keep on callin' me, ballin' like I oughta be She gave me twenty bands and now she thinkin' she get all of me My dogs know they can call on me, so that's why they gon' call on me [Outro: Dolla Dame] Yeah, man, look You a real nigga, you goin' through real shit, nigga You gotta hold your head, though Me and Big Sad talked to these niggas enough You know, like? Give niggas type motivation about this shit, goin' through this shit, you gotta go through it, nigga Chin up, chest out, though, yeah