My Life by Malachi Grant Lyrics

Chorus: (Mike Milan)

Driving through the city with thee Top let down
Top of the World, Baby look at me now
Baby girl with me and she loves my shit
Wishing I could give you this feeling

This is not a movie, noo
This is my life, yeahhhh
This is my life, yeahhhh
This is my life, yeahhhh
This is not a movie, noo

Verse 1: (Malachi Grant)

This is for my fellas and my ladies about they digits
They get it so exquisite, and kick it how they live it
You should see the pictures vivid, grab a shovel cause you dig it
Look now you dig it, Oh now you with it
Shorty straight out of the tenements, all about the Benjamin’s
Butter pecan- with a tan, cinnamon
Her adrenal got her chasing all of the money man
I’m a stick my – in that – if I can fit it in
Plumber style—put it down – Draino!
I’m blowing up word life –Volcano!
Hustle hard—Ace Hood, Maino
Ain't shit change Yo
I’m chopping it up, and breaking it down but you can keep the change though
Dollar bill single, pimp game lingo
Hit it like bingo! Ohh Fly no wings
Ya’ll living on the edge man you should let your fear go
Chorus: (Mike Milan)

Verse 2: (Malachi Grant)

Stay Fly—been fly, they still trying to get fly
I Take time—it’s my time, they waiting on they time
Headed through the roof—my pride is sky high
When jumping in the booth never felt so alive
Stepping out the booth, I believe I can fly
I really must be losing my mind
But those who mind don’t matter
Those who matter don’t mind
Cause the know that I shine, and they loving my vibe
Plus I grind 24/7/365
All around the tick –tick time
Ain't shit change but my rhetoric and rhyme
I’m, chasing my dreams—
Sleeping through reality, my lifestyle no gravity
I am fly as I want to be, this fly they can never be
One of a kind, kind of the one
I’ll show you how to do this son

Chorus: (Mike Milan)

Verse 3: (Malachi Grant)
I’ve seen something’s, heard something’s, did something’s
Copped the chain, copped the ring, got some bling
Gotta shine its oxygen
I’m so fly they spotted him, Target him
The plot thickens and the air gets thin
Music is a meal have you ate well lately
Making mine tasty, Last Supper greatly
Fresh like early morning pastry
Straight out the bakery, go head Copy—Paste me
I got my gun on safety!
Better watch –Better time
Better Jet –Better Fly
Better whip –Better ride
Visually its televised
They think that they Nice! They just another lie
I ain't never seen them grind, tell me when the fuck they shine
I ain't never seen them fly, tell me when they touch the sky
I was defined as a ribbon in the sky
Stevie—No Wonder—The Boy he got Drive

Chorus: (Mike Milan)

This is my life, yeahhhh-hhha
This is my life, yeahhhh-hhha
This is my life, yeahhhh- no no