Trae Tha Truth, Chamillionaire, Slim Thug - My Life lyrics

My life my life, really feelin hard times

Lookin out my window
Holdin my weapon like Malcolm X and
And it seems I'm over-stressin
Feelin like hatin is your profession
And I know a couple Texans
That got killed for over-reppin
So I never be oversteppin boundaries
Bounded to my weapon
When they ask me how I'm doin
I just tell 'em "I'm doin super"
I got a date with Destiny
Allow me to introduce ya
Her little sister Fate told me
I'm gon' be the future
And legacy's everything to a
Martin Luther King Koopa
This recession is so pathetic
Got me feelin like I'm athletic
And success tryna get away from me
And I ain't tryna let it
When they told that Pimp was gone
My reply was "I don't get it"
And I'm still havin trouble believin it
Happened the way they said it
Had to cut some partners off
Swear to y'all it ain't my fault
I've been grown since I was seven and
I was born to be a boss
But I know there's a bunch of haters
Tryna see me take a loss
So I be sleepin with one eye open
And put cameras in my vault
I've been thinkin and gettin deep and
They tryna tell I been preachin
But I know that they can't see how much
Of the world that I be reachin
So stop reachin, stop leachin
I'ma fade 'em out like bleach and
In the spots where they can't get out
To is the spots I visit frequent
Europe to UK and Germany, travellin currently
Made so much in millions that I
Could cash out in eternity
Accustomed to hittin customs with that
Duffle full of currency
When God created hustle
Looked at the world and he inserted me koopa

I'm just livin my life, so cold
In the streets so I'm takin it slow

Uh, yeah i'll tell you my story
I only speak the truth homie
It a terrible situation
Throwed on the curb within the hands of time
But since I'm blistery breathing I
Guess a nigga livin fine
I live a life that's filled
With dramatistic people cryin
And since the hood depend on me
They'll never lose a hand of mine
(I gotcha) i'm paralysed when it come
To the good times, i'm used to the pain
Feelin like a bum under the bridge
I'm so used to the rain
Anything I do is from the heart
So it reflect my name
Forgive me for my sins father
I feel like I'm goin insane
Media criticising me for checking
Niggas, fuck it, oh well
I just wasn't raised a
Little pussy disrespected nigga
I'm tryna live on my own by
The ways of a gangster
So every time I leave out I pray
So I'm prayin for a gangster
It's bad enough the world we
Livin in all about money
Since we runnin out I choose to
Believe it ain't nothin funny
I've been stabbed in my back so
Much I deal with it
I'm tryna kick it with my life
Before heaven come chill with it

I'm just livin my life, so cold
In the streets so I'm takin it slow

Even in the rain I'mma do my thang
Try'na get up out the fast lane
Even in the rain I'mma do my thang
Try'na get up out the fast lane

Last year was a hard one but life goes on
Thinkin bout my nigga Pimp while
I write this song
And the list goes on, all my niggas is gone
I'm tired of hearin bad news
Scared to pick up my phone got a call
My nigga Eddy died from Acres home
Just seen him at my video shoot
Now that shit wrong
Kelvo, Arborea, even my girl ShantZ
I just heard word she got
Stabbed to death today
Dear Lord, I pray that you take away the pain
From their family and their friends
Please help us change
Still warm my niggas sleep dog
Stessle and stank my girl Dee Dee
They got me pourin out my drank
It's fucked up
All my friends is dead or in the pen
Seem like soon as your life
Begin it's beginning to end
I'm frustrated, but you gotta smile
Your time is dated
You never know when showin your
Love might be related, hah

I'm just livin my life, so cold
In the streets so I'm takin it slow

You can't run, and you can't hide
Cause it's just life
I wake up everyday and grind
Like the day before, grindin' fosho
Don't try to playa hate on
How I get my dough, let me get my dough
They should've told me how boys
Play the game so cold, play the game so cold
But I ain't trippin' mane, wanna
Paper chase let's go, ready let's go