My Life

[Intro: Chamillionaire]

My life

My life, really feelin hard times

[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]

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

[Hook x4: Chamillionaire]

I'm just livin my life, so cold

In the streets so I'm takin it slow

[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]

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

[Hook x4: Chamillionaire]

I'm just livin my life, so cold

In the streets so I'm takin it slow

[Bridge: Chamillionaire]

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

[Verse 3: Slim Thug]

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

[Hook x4: Chamillionaire]

I'm just livin my life, so cold

In the streets so I'm takin it slow

[Outro: Chamillionaire]

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