This Is My Life

Lyrics

[Intro] Yea (Yea!) Yea (Yea!) Yeah (Yea!) Yeah, mhm [Verse] Fuck my mind up, all the shit we goin' through (Goin' through) We missin' on them people, that's what we supposed to do (Supposed to do) Bitch, go get your own money, that's what you supposed to do (Supposed to do) Reincarnated, I'm back to life, I don't live to few (Don't live to few) Dip off in my phone and book a flight, the type of shit I do (Shit I do) My bitch keep lyin' to me, I hear that shit and think that shit the truth (Yea) I let her lie to me, she treat me good and cook the gang food (Yea) Seven hour drive for this album, bitch, time flew I apologize that y'all don't know the shit that my mind been through (Yea) Mental health issues, fuck a doctor, call a boot man (Boot man, yea) Posted on the block like a Mexican at the fruit stand (The fruit stand) (Yea!) Baby , I'm makin' a album (I'm makin' a album, dat's what Im doing), good fuck if they like it, it's my life (Yea) It's my life If I cuff that thot, bitch, she my type (On god) Switch on the Glock, got the young boy trippin' Rained up a hundred, that nigga went missing Don't ask me shit if you knowin' I did it (For real) Put my shoe in the work like a nigga did J-Cruz Walk in like Mitch with 14 bricks Tell her I love her, then callin' it quick !yea Joe the New York nigga had hit a lick !yea Pick up a 50, drive back with a Glick I caught up my dog, I knew he ain't want it All on the internet, lil' nigga fumble Walk in the label, look like Royal Rumble What you gon' do when that cookie gon' crumble? (What you gon' do?) Bitch keep talkin' and give her a muzzle Drove to the Q's, it was just me and cuzzo I'm drove for the Q's, she just wanted a bundle Glick on the hip, he ain't doin' no scuffles (Yea) And baby like, "Damn, Neph whats the plan?" Jealousy real, be watchin' your man It's not out the cell while it's in your hand (For real) Playin' it cool, knowin' I'm the man (On bwoy!) No, he ain't like that Depot bags, go ahead, get your bike back Fraud is a bitch, I don't see where the hype at Callin' my phone, where the hell is your phones at? Shortie lil' Neph I done done done done done that I hit your phone when I'm back at the crib We fuck at hotel, we don't go to the crib I walk in and swipe when I'm gettin' the fit I brag about this, cause I grind for this shit (For real!) I grind for it (I grind for it), baby I make time for Unc', cuzzo, family and time for you baby (Time for you baby, on god, yea!) [Outro] Yeah, I'm turnin' the back up, time to focus up Every day I get up out my sleep, think I'm goin' up I don't need no handouts, man Yeah, I'm dead fresh until I die Yeah, first world, I'm dead and fresh alive (Want me to change?) Yeah, so many time, time after time (I ain't got change, there no room for change) Dead fresh, nigga, yeah, dead fresh (Theres too many years) Yeah, it's the album, baby (So many months) What if I gotta go in? (So many lost guys) What if I gotta do that jail time? What if I'm in one of these Asian ass niggas? You know what I'm sayin'? What's close to you, you gotta be watchin' Watch them folks out the peripheral vision We dead fresh, can't stop this, man I'ma be fresh while I'm alive and fresh when I'm dead I'm dead fresh, (Yeah )NewBreed Trapper, baby Make it happen, baby Prayed in the napkin, baby, yeah (Now who the fuck is Brianda though?)