Welcome 2 My Life lyrics

[Intro: A-Reece]
Yeah yeah n*gga huh
Let it ride
Now look I know you tired of hearing this story and sh*t but f*ck it

[Chorus: A-Reece]
Baby boy drop the hits, baby boy copped a crib
Me and the gang I'm with, that's how the cash is split
Baby boy gone he missing, I'm never home I trip
Smoking on tangerine, this what I came up with
Look at my life it's lit
Look at my life it's lit
Look at my life it's lit
Look at my life it's lit

[Verse 1: Wordz & A-Reece]
Look at the gang I'm with
Put her on gang it's lit
Checking the cheques that's it
Never go check a b*tch

[Verse 2: A-Reece]
n*gga on gang we living
f*ck would you lit up the gas sativa
Earning my stripes I did it
Young n*gga don't even wear no Adidas
[Verse 3: Wordz]
Smoking that dank
Different strain strawberry, diesel, the critical
Went to the bank
f*ck up a banky
Now we be smoking medicinal

[Verse 2: Ecco]
Put her on gang she know
We smoking on exodus cheese
I'm Moses
She know I'm lit
I'm loaded,f*ck up the bands and I gotta reload it
Ecco just got a new b*tch
He bout the jump in the whip
That n*gga gone
That n*gga awesome
Give me more money and di*k
Just got a crib it's lit
She cannot leave without taking a pic
Look at my life it's lit
I do not know her but she want the di*k

[Chorus: A-Reece]
Baby boy drop the hits, baby boy copped a crib
Me and the gang I'm with, that's how the cash is split
Baby boy gone he missing, I'm never home I trip
Smoking on tangerine, this what I came up with
Look at my life it's lit
Look at my life it's lit
Look at my life it's lit
Look at my life it's lit
[Verse 2: A-Reece, Wordz & Ecco]
Til I'm off a hunnid and fitty
My b*tch is white like Britney
Run it up I'm on a mission
Grant all my n*ggas they're wishes
Split up the guala division
I'm on my way to the riches
I took my young n*ggas with me
Now we all ball like pipin

[Verse 6: Wordz]
These b*tches off white like Whitney
Stacking a hunnid and fitty
Stylez the plug he get it
You n*ggas ain't rich you milk it

[Verse 7: Ecco]
Sipping on muddy filthy
Smoking on bud, I'm busy
She wanna cuddle with me
Young n*gga gone she miss me
Young n*gga trap it's a hobby
Give her my number the lottery
Give her the pipe I'm bobby
Now the b*tch can't get a hold of me
Call her a cab I hop it pharmacy hooping my n*gga we cop it
Bought a new crib I'm popping just blew twenty racks on my carpet
[Chorus: A-Reece]
Baby boy drop the hits, baby boy copped a crib
Me and the gang I'm with, that's how the cash is split
Baby boy gone he missing, I'm never home I trip
Smoking on tangerine, this what I came up with
Look at my life it's lit
Look at my life it's lit
Look at my life it's lit
Look at my life it's lit