My Life Pt. II
(Hook: Swiss Mix)
Lemme tell you something about my life
Ride on my own I need to die right
Lemme tell you sum bout my life
Left hand on the bottle, pills in my right

(Verse 1: Swiss Mix)
And they really don’t know me
My whole life is a mother fucking story yeah
And they really wanna be me
Said he sprung on the mother fucking glory
So get out of my life I said get out of my head
I better put down the nine before I point it straight to my

(Hook: Swiss Mix)
Lemme tell you something bout my life
Ride on my own I need to die right
Lemme tell you something about my life
Left hand on the bottle, pills in my right
Lemme tell you something bout my life
Ride on my own I need to die right
Lemme tell you sum bout my life
Left hand on the bottle, pills in my right
(Verse 2: Ashley Whitaker)
I started now I ain’t stopping
I came up from the banging and robbing
Switched lanes on em’
Reminisce often this fame rotten
My diamonds sparkling look like my wrist sobbing
Money in my pocket just from running the freestyles
Looks like this Yung G running the streets now
Put em on they back release the dogs off the leash now
Everything come back like rebounds
Got a problem with it
Oh brotha’
Showing you the meaning of car skurtin’ doing numbers
Leave the fucka’ with a stutter while his brothers stay and wonder
Only saw you in the cuts ain’t ever had to hustle

(Hook: Swiss Mix)
Lemme tell you something bout my life
Ride on my own I need to die right
Lemme tell you sum bout my life
Left hand on the bottle, pills in my right
Lemme tell you something bout my life
Ride on my own I need to die right
Lemme tell you sum bout my life
Left hand on the bottle, pills in my right
(Verse 3: Ashley Whitaker)
Spend 180 on La Brea for that pure white mink
Coulda thought he was the shit until she fucked with me
Losing brothers on the daily and that getting tough for me
I keep a Glock on me if they get rough on me
Murder murder who you hurting better learn it
Gotta gang on the hunt and they all so starving
Can’t see a thang 10 shots to the brain
I ain’t into making statements better back up off me Only seen the fake catch hype
So let me tell you a little something right about my life
I was scraping up powder when them times got tight
55 by the gram bruh that’s a cheap ass high
Murder murder who you hurting better learn it
Gotta gang on the hunt and they all so starving
Can’t see a thang 10 shots to the brain
I ain’t into making statements better back up off me

(Hook: Swiss Mix)
Lemme tell you something bout my life
Ride on my own I need to die right
Lemme tell you sum bout my life
Left hand on the bottle, pills in my right
Lemme tell you something bout my life
Ride on my own I need to die right
Lemme tell you sum bout my life
Left hand on the bottle, pills in my right