My Life
• Written by Ivee
huh yeah
Yeah, I'm undeniable /
yeah yeah yeah my dream come true -------------------
I'm a killa it's true
Make me wanna write my own little song for you
About to slide out but I'll get back at ya ooh
Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get brighter
The sun is shining brighter
as my brain keeps getting brighter and brighter
just remember that there's brighter days
I've met depression on numerous days
Enjoy your limited days,
And I just love your flashy ways
aww lost in my past ways
They say that I never cease to amaze
I like my friends imaginary with no names
While working on my mistakes
Where weapons similar to dry grapes
goin to class readin the grapes of wrath, this aint no dust bowl this a drought,
You sound thirstier than a mothafuckin drought.
drinkin all night damn I think I caused a drought,
I don't know what you heard about
Comin' back into you once I figured it out
Man nobody out here's got it figured out
Get up out out my way
while I rock out with my cock out
Stressed out, Ya you know im stressed out
But I’ma wait it out I’m bout to see that drought
Hopefully the next album can help me out
I've got nothin' to worry about
thot it was about me all about me
You raised me, amazed me, praised me.
hurt me harm me,cut me scar me,
What the fuck I look like, saying I'm sorry
Folarin be ballin for all yall to see
But respect is more real, and ambition the key
I'm in love with a lady who crazy
I'm a G, and this is something you can't see
So high I’m on the ceiling baby
parents treat me like a baby
I've been confused, out of my mind lately
Double MG pays me, fuck with me, you crazy
On they twitter writing novels, see
Like hoes down in Magic City
I need your admiration for infinity
Yeah got to the club early just to get in free
Fuck that now trying get the money
Although I’m in the land of milk and honey
Away the tragedy, so I stay sucker free
It's a battleJust for tha big money
No smilesCause ain't a thing funny
And I don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see
Cause im on sum g shitYoung money
Perhaps it's just a fantasy
We get the bread and the crumbs, Young Money
Money bring pain,money bring gain
Hit a bitch, gain a stitch
blood flows thick, sewing kit needed to stitch.
Fuck around wit my niggas, we give you some stitch.
You smell that? That's the odor of success bitch
I'm screaming "Maybach!" til I'm rich
nothins stopping me from being rich
I'm not poor but I'm not rich/
My life, screw it with a drunk bitch
Double M self made we forever rich
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About the Artist
Ivee
Member since April 7 2016