Tq - My Life lyrics

{*TQ harmonizing at the start*} [Juvenile] Who the f** - n***a hittin shots in the truck Hope I'm able to make this right turn, my Neon f**ed The wodie that I'm with, bawlin up like a b**h Instead of tryin to retaliate by bustin his sh** My leg already f**ed up, been playin it bald Now I gotta drive the car too, funny and all Left arm on the steerin wheel, right on the Mac Them n***as brought it to me raw so I'm bringin it back Out the window with it dumb sinnin, but I crashed This boy went straight through window his stupid a** And I'm noticin I smell gas Gotta bust a airbag, get out the car fast and haul a** I still gotta duck bullets that cut through bricks What the f** I did to make n***as want do me like this Won't be long 'fore one of the bullets ignite the gas They'll 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 Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone [Juvenile] I'ma 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 He's lookin at a L, swearin no need for a trial Accept it like a man b**h 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 sh** 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 n***a say wha** happen wo' but not from the heart Word gotta be out, a lot of tension's in the air black Your everyday n***as ain't even muchly makin transac' If I think about a gun, I'ma get ten The people got they ears to the streets and they be listenin [Chorus] [Juvenile] n***as be knowin them b**hes slippin when I'm dishin I'd 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 Don't they know the people still thinkin I sent the hit I'd accept it if I did it but they wrong for that sh** 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 It's a neverending episode, my life is a book I'm hot, so I'm ridin round up in Rock(?) There's a funeral pa**, two cops and five limos Man that's one of them n***as was tryin to snipe me I betcha everybody in that crowd don't like me I should go up in the b**h bustin But they got innocent bystanders that never did the clique nothin [Chorus] - repeat 2X {*TQ harmonizing*}