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Juvenile - "My Life"
ft. TQ
[TQ harmonizing at the start]
[Juvenile]
Who the fuck - nigga hittin shots in the truck
Hope Im able to make this right turn, my Neon fucked
The wodie that Im with, bawlin up like a bitch
instead of tryin to retaliate by bustin his shit
My leg already fucked up, been playin it bald
Now I gotta drive the car too, (?) and all
Left arm on the steerin wheel, right on the Mac
Them niggaz brought it to me raw so Im bringin it back
Out the window with it dumb sinnin, but I crashed
This boy went straight through window his stupid ass
And Im noticin I smell gas
Gotta bust a airbag, get out the car fast and haul ass
I still gotta duck bullets that cut through bricks
What the fuck I did to make niggaz want do me like this
Wont be long fore one of the bullets ignite the gas
Theyll meet - even the buildings gonna be ash
[Chorus 2X: TQ - over harmonizing]
My life my life my life my life
My life my life my life my life
Aint no sunshine til they gone
Aint no sunshine til they gone
[Juvenile]
Ima go on to survive but the story returns
After bein treated several months for 3rd degree burns
My lil cousin Denaun flipped out, and murdered his children
I gotta go by my aunt now, he hurtin her feelings
Hes lookin at a L, swearin no need for a trial
Accept it like a man bitch or live in denial
Whatchu think the people gon say, when they look at his file
Hear that little boy, snicker he in here for a while
I had a shit bag on me, I could barely walk
Everybody knew the story but was scared to talk
I read lips when I pull up, right after I park
I hear a nigga say whass happen wo but not from the heart
Word gotta be out, a lot of tensions in the air black
Your everyday niggaz aint even muchly makin transac
If I think about a gun, Ima get ten
The people got they ears to the streets and they be listenin
[Chorus]
[Juvenile]
Niggaz be knowin them bitches slippin when Im dishin
Id rather be locked down in prison than come up missin
But that goes to show you how fast the laws work
They was peepin with somebody that punished them boys first
Dont they know the people still thinkin I sent the hit
Id accept it if I did it but they wrong for that shit
To the police, I sounded like the boy cryin wolf
Cause they know I like slangin rice shootin dice with the crooks
Everythang in life I accumulated I took
Its a neverending episode, my life is a book
Im hot, so Im ridin round up in Rock(?)
Theres a funeral pass, two cops and five limos
Man thats one of them niggaz was tryin to snipe me
I betcha everybody in that crowd dont like me
I should go up in the bitch bustin
But they got innocent bystanders that never did the clique nothin
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[TQ harmonizing]
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