My Life
Hating on me but you know that ain't a problem though
When I drive in town, I'm seeing people stop and go
Tryna break your frown, you know that shit impossible
My homies hold it down, I fly em' somewhere tropical
Look at my life
Now ask me why I'm anxious
Metaphorical knife
Stabbed in the back no answers
Just tryna do right
I've done some wrongs, who hasn't?
I'm paying the price
Want lights and fame and cameras
I'm tryna do some self-care yea thats RIP to Mac Mill
Cuz I've been feeling angry, momma say I gotta chill
"But how I'm gonna chill when people diss on Forty Mill?!" (Fuck)
Sometimes you just say "Fuck it" and you kick em' to the hills
Hating on me but you know that ain't a problem though
When I drive in town, I'm seeing people stop and go
Tryna break your frown, you know that shit impossible
My homies hold it down, I fly em' somewhere tropical
I been 'round planet Earth maybe one too many times
But imma go around again so I can free my mind
I been smoking Devil's Harvest then I blow it in the sky
I let my lyrics flow a bit, now let em' take you high (Up)
I'm cruisin', switching lanes in my homeboy's Audi
But we gon' put in work and we gon' buy a La Ferrari, ay
Forty for the highway, but you know I do it my way
Hundo-thirty on the dash, yoppas took away my licence
Hating on me but you know that ain't a problem though
When I drive in town, I'm seeing people stop and go
Tryna break your frown, you know that shit impossible
My homies hold it down, I fly em' somewhere tropical
When I drive in town, I'm seeing people stop and go
Tryna break your frown, you know that shit impossible
My homies hold it down, I fly em' somewhere tropical
Look at my life
Now ask me why I'm anxious
Metaphorical knife
Stabbed in the back no answers
Just tryna do right
I've done some wrongs, who hasn't?
I'm paying the price
Want lights and fame and cameras
I'm tryna do some self-care yea thats RIP to Mac Mill
Cuz I've been feeling angry, momma say I gotta chill
"But how I'm gonna chill when people diss on Forty Mill?!" (Fuck)
Sometimes you just say "Fuck it" and you kick em' to the hills
Hating on me but you know that ain't a problem though
When I drive in town, I'm seeing people stop and go
Tryna break your frown, you know that shit impossible
My homies hold it down, I fly em' somewhere tropical
I been 'round planet Earth maybe one too many times
But imma go around again so I can free my mind
I been smoking Devil's Harvest then I blow it in the sky
I let my lyrics flow a bit, now let em' take you high (Up)
I'm cruisin', switching lanes in my homeboy's Audi
But we gon' put in work and we gon' buy a La Ferrari, ay
Forty for the highway, but you know I do it my way
Hundo-thirty on the dash, yoppas took away my licence
Hating on me but you know that ain't a problem though
When I drive in town, I'm seeing people stop and go
Tryna break your frown, you know that shit impossible
My homies hold it down, I fly em' somewhere tropical
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Writer(s): Ty Barone
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