My Life - T.I.

I know it's your life do as you please (That's right)
But you know we be f_cking up
Huh, Huh....Yeah Aye, Aye, Aye..Yea, Yea, Yeah (What)
Aye, Aye, Aye......Yea, Yea, Yeah
That n_gga Daz and T.I. is in the motherf_ckin house..You know what I mean
It's your life or die.......Wooooh!!

Can't ya see I'm on fire, so quit hating on me pimpin, I'm just living my life
Think I ain't gone ride, on all you p_ssy n_ggas tryin to put an end to my life
You can't do it, don't try...I know you s_cker n_ggas wish that you was living my life
In white linen, I'm down in the spiderville, riding for the rest of my life

A-town veteran, started at eleven
When and bought an eight-ball, I was staying down every since
That's why its hard to find a young rapper n_gga better than
Bankhead resident, Westside represent, Pimp Squad mobster
Grand Hustle president, heart of a lion and the nuts of an elephant
Trap musik heaven sent, you hating and it's evident
You trying to stack presidents, I'm tryin to set precedents
The comparison is insulting my intelligene
Cause real recognize real, and real you ain't never been
You never will, I catch ya where you chill,
holla at ya where you live n_gga, f_ck a record deal (what's happenin)
I graduated out the yay, to stack a couple mill
Who would figure it would be a rap n_gga I have to kill
My potnaz telling me shawty you have to chill (f_ck that sh_t)
but Ima end Up hating with steel, what is is, still dope boy trap n_ggas
Worldwide lovin it, haters see the spider and they wanna put a slug in it
F_ck it, I'm a G, I been a rider, I ain't studding it
Better get ya mind of mind, and start hustling

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I should BG banging the stripes, ideas when I strike
Breaking my victims, lining them n_ggas all with the light
Get it right, hold it tight, blast with all your might
See we hustle for them grands til the early light
Follw my plan on command, leave'em dead where they stand
Ain't no stopping the man n_gga with grands in my hands
Living the fast lane, grand hustle the gram when the cash came
(Grand hustle n_gga)
The police book me, take my fingerprint and last name
If I'm stuck in a cell, how would I maintain
Lock up all these n_ggas, the penitentiary mind frame
I strive for perfection, my method is quite collective
Check out the f_ckin way I just rep it
This dog pound gangsta in the back take a licking
Rims shining, fresh paint, T.I. counting paper
Big moves stay on deck with the tools
All ya'll n_ggas and b_tches and n_ggas get sprayed with the tools..Blahhh

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This how we hustle for the paper, cause the hustle get harder
I'm dog pounded out, an Atlanta Brave starter
Money, weed, and b_tches, 24 inches conversating
T.I. plotted on getting these n_ggas, now for my n_ggas
Murdering, killing, wheeling the spider, on a mission
All my n_ggas ya'll know how the f_ck we kick it
I'ma keep my eye on a meal ticket, hustle it up motherf_cker better kick it

All eyes on me, with my westside homie
In a drop 65, on D's, wanna ride on me
I got a forty-five, on me
In a hurry to die homie, get live on me
You charged with tryin to OG
And I'm creepin through the crowd, low key, n_gga
You don't know me
I learned from n_ggas before me
I got insomnia shawty, I don't sleep, I bomb, I don't creep

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[Talking: T.I. & Daz]
Ya'll n_ggas know how we do this sh_t
T.I, that n_gga Daz....youknowhatimean
This my life, your life, our life, his it to the fullest
One time for Pac, we miss you n_gga...Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
One time for Shorty B, keepin it pimpin' (Aye)
PSC, Grand Hustle, pimp (yeah)
F_ck n_gga, let this be a lesson to ya...Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Ya'll n_ggas better start training man
You better be a damn good ducker n_gga,
When I goddamn let loose with this chopper, you understand that
I ain't playin with ya'll n_ggas, Once the motherf_ckin judge
Slam that goddamn gaffel n_gga and let a motherf_ckin case beat n_gga
I'm at ya'll ass n_gga..Mark my motherf_ckin words, F_ck boys
I'm laying low for a reason pimp..Ha...F_ck n_ggas

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