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Ay high roller, this is for the mother fucking half lifes
J rum on the beat
This'll be the theme song for everybody who ain't had shit
It's my life
This is for the kid that ain't even have a dime
Had to wake up every day, go and hit that grind
It's my life, my life, my life, my life, my life, my life, my life, my life
This is for the kid that was bullied in school
Finally grew up, got some money and he acted a fool
It's my life, my life, my life, my life, my life, my life, my life, my life (ay, ay)
My cell phone poppin', they say my CD bumpin'
But it was yesterday that they ain't even know my number (hey, what up?)
All of a sudden bad bitches keep on callin' me (hey)
Tellin' me how they all really wanna swallow me
Treat me like Twitter, now these bitches follow me
Honestly, who'd thought that I'd be a commodity (yeah)
But now I'm poppin' and nobody can take mine
Doin' a 100 to the top and I cut the break line
I told Rolez "about to be a hit"
I'm the same old me, nothing changed in this bitch
A little more grip and the TV slip
Went from eating double-cheeseburgers to all shrimp
And I just want a meal and respect from my peers too
Only see haters when I'm lookin' in the rearview (how ya doin'?)
A couple did songs, yeah I hear you
Panoramic flow, why give these critics a clear view?
This is for the kid that ain't even have a dime
Had to wake up every day, go and hit that grind
It's my life, my life, my life, my life, my life, my life, my life, my life
This is for the kid that was bullied in school
Finally grew up, got some money and he acted a fool
It's my life, my life, my life, my life, my life, my life, my life, my life (jelly-dough-Roll)
I fall off in the club like ain't I crazy?
Tell a hater fall back like daylight savings (get it)
I know my mama still praise I'm changin' (what up mama?)
Even country folk say "His CD's straight up banging"
Yeah, they love me in the Boondocks, even the East coast sayin' that the dude's hot
I'm the same me, just bought a new Glock
Extended clip bitch, holds 32 shots
Old school game, he's no liar
He be a jam, he's on fire
I quit usin' cigarillos, nah that's paper planes
And how I'm feelin' these days? Fuck what the haters say
And I still keep it moving like a drive-by, doing a 100 on the interstate like "Hi!"
You don't like me? Well shit, likewise
And I'm still connected, no Wi-Fi
This is for the kid that ain't even have a dime
Had to wake up every day, go and hit that grind
It's my life, my life, my life, my life, my life, my life, my life, my life
This is for the kid that was bullied in school
Finally grew up, got some money and he acted a fool
It's my life, my life, my life, my life, my life, my life, my life, my life
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