My Life (Instrumental)

Yeah BadBoy
My beats will slap you harder than your mother

Battling bipolar depression is nothing fun
Because everyday is like a challenge not to pick up a gun
Or to run in front of a truck I'm really down on my luck
I talk about it in my songs but y'all just don't give a fuck
Shit is really stressful and you're pissing me off
You fucking follow me but never watch a thing so get lost
I got more talent in my finger than you got in your body
You ain't a gangster watch your mouth before I put two in your body

Yo my life is hard but I ain't never giving up
And there's a reason I'm alive it's time to shine the world is mine
I took the time and found sobriety
Now I can't hide the stress the pain and the anxiety

And now I can't hide the stress the pain and the anxiety
My beats will slap you harder than your mother

Best New Producer making beats better than the others
Arthur Waite

I ain't trying to hurt nobody but you better listen to me
Yo swearing like a trucker deep voice tight frame
Nice dick mother fucker
Sorry if your girl just made me hit it

Sorry if your girl just made me hit it
Sorry if your girl just made me hit it hey
Sorry if your girl just made me hit it can't believe I did it
She was asking for a photo but within a couple minutes
She just started stripping so I started stripping
Then she started sucking so I started licking

Man I can't believe my life I didn't wanna fuck your wife
But she says you don't hit it right so Artie had to fuck her right
I gave your wife some dick and then I gave her ass a kiss goodnight
Yeah BadBoy

Slap you harder than your mother Arthur Waite
Ayo battling depression taught me lessons no question
Searching for a higher power always seeking a blessing
I finally made myself a child so I started investing
All my love and time and energy without even resting

His mother really fucked me over and she did it on purpose
Because now I lost my only purpose and my life is a circus

Arthur Waite best New producer making beats better than the others
Yeah BadBoy I want to leave

She gets me hot just like a furnace there's so much below the surface
She don't care how much I love him she only wants to hurt us

Battling bipolar depression is nothing fun
Because everyday it's like a challenge not to pick up a gun
My heart is broken and I'm nervous
My heart is broken and I'm nervous

You ain't a gangster watch your mouth or I'll put two in your body



Credits
Writer(s): Arthur Waite
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