Chords for Meek Mill - My Life Ft. French Montana

[C#] _ _ _ _ _ [A#m] _ The world is yours and everything [Fm] in it _ _ _ _
Go on, go get it
_ [C#] _ _
Oh, mama couldn't [A#] save me
_ Daddy did so he [Fm] couldn't raise me
I'm still trippin' out them hoes that played me
Same bitches runnin' on me when they had my [C#] baby
It's crazy, and niggas say they made [A#] me
Taking credit for my mama, [Fm] shit amaze me
How niggas talkin' down when I'm not around
But every time I'm in the building, shh, not a [C#] sound
I lock my haters up and count [A#] them down
That chopper have a nigga dancing like he [F] Bobby Brown
I'm well respected in my city, even out of town
And I don't never tuck my chain, [C#] nigga, how that sound?
How that look?
We don't live [A#m] by the books, we just live by the code
A lot of niggas got [F] exposed when the feds came through
Devils [Fm] drop in age two, niggas said I changed up
But I'm with the [C#] same crew
I was always told to get that money and remain [A#] you
Never let these pussy niggas tell you [Fm] what you can't do
Every time they said I left, devils when I came through
Range Nuke, 38, special with a flame
[C#] Just _ in case I gotta [A#m] flame you
What a feeling when them people try to [Fm] frame you
Lock you in the cell and detain you
Rather die before I go out workin' like I'm [C#] gangsta
Yo, niggas want me dead every [A#m] day I wake up
Where I'm talkin' bout, feelin' fuckin' [Fm] dead, dead
And here's another, here's another, another
Street [C#] swat, she's high, a new bitch, a new [A#m] kind
Pass _ up, [Fm] go high, and here's another one
Here's another one, street swat, [C#] who's he?
But fuck her, I'm brainless
[A#] She fuck me, she might get famous
She might get a chance to ride jet and drive Rangers
Money, how you close to friends turnin' into strangers
That's [C#] dangerous, niggas shootin' now, aim at [A#] us
Shootin' in the sky, you try and hit the angels up
You niggas trippin' like y'all dippin' off of angel dust
And all these crewies around my neck, you gettin' tangled, bitch
[C#] I only fuck with bad bitches that be trained to fuck
[A#] Five niggas, ten bitches, run a train [Fm] on us
Lookin' at these rape niggas, they all lame as fuck
Mini skirts, skinny jeans, with the strangest cuts
I [C#] stick to the script, switch like a stick with a chef
[A#m] Early mornings in the kitchen like I'm whippin' the [F] crisps
Nigga, I can score your bitch with a [Fm] flick of the wrist
Throwin' that Audemars Piguet like I'm flickin' a pistol
[C#] Yo, niggas want me dead every [A#m] day I wake up
Where I'm talkin' bout, feelin' fuckin' dead, dead
_ Here's another, here's another, here's another
Another street [C#] swagger, ah-ah
A new bitch, a new [A#m] car, ah-ah
The ass up, [Fm] go hard, [F] ah-ah
And here's another, here's another, here's another
Another street [C#] swagger, ah-ah
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