My Life (Yamaica Drill Remix) lyrics

[Chorus]
They saying that I struggle in life
Always make me wanna pick up the knife
Doorways hate me, wanna kick up my life
Thinking maybe I should get a baby to be my lady
Uncle lied to thinking thinking I am evil, calling me a weezel
Hated on by people, everybody thinking that I'm feeble
Tried to be noticed on Omegle
Failed horribly, now I'm stuck in a mess

[Verse 1]
I used to brag "I'm the best"
Never really thought that just I guessed
If I bragged about it more I could be the GOAT
But I know I realise I can't float my boat
Man you f*cked up my life
Made me wanna suicide twice
Lying to my mother saying I told him to diss you (and)
Even though that sh*t ain't true
You know that was more f*cked than p*ss, poo
But you just can't realise you've been cruel
Now this ain't no diss or to make you frown
I ain't even said your name yet, calm down
But you'll get mad anyway, play the victim card
But I hate it when we argue
I regret dissing you and saying you were BBQ
So lets forget that I'm The Devil & forget about the Runtime
Oh sh*t that was a dumb line
Tyler did you f*cking wrong mate, you made me hate him
Could barely sleep at night without blaming him
I would think day and night, was I right?
We always fight, you say I'm never kind (uh)
You know that sh*t is ain't right
We always have our issues
But you're my cousin man, I can't f*cking hate you
Even though we have our ups and downs
And you know I mostly frown
And we live in different towns
Just know I threw away my crown
[Chorus]
They saying that I struggle in life
Always make me wanna pick up the knife
Doorways hate me, wanna kick up my life
Thinking maybe I should get a baby to be my lady
Uncle lied to thinking thinking I am evil, calling me a weezel
Hated on by people, everybody thinking that I'm feeble
Tried to be noticed on Omegle
Failed horribly, now I'm stuck in a mess

[Verse 2]
Man I gotta get this sh*t off my chest
Feeling like my lyrics are in cardiac arrest
Never coming out unless it is a hard feature
I wanna write stuff like this
People think I take the p*ss
Made fun of cause I'm fat
Man you know I wear a hat
Just so people don't berate my hair
Always scared to go to fairs
They said my voice was noisy, TV blairs
But I cared more about the syllabs per second
Than the f*cking lyrics I reson, recon?
Now I put that sh*t behind me
They said I went a little grimy
Zooky said I need to find me
So I made myself a Finely
Made song here to show you my secrets, finally
I'm tallest in my class, way over five feet
But compared to the upper year, I'm tiny
I hope I can be like J. Cole
Stop being called a f*cking "Say so"
Some people are snitches I gotta tell them, "Hey no!"
[Chorus]
They saying that I struggle in life
Always make me wanna pick up the knife
Doorways hate me, wanna kick up my life
Thinking maybe I should get a baby to be my lady
Uncle lied to thinking thinking I am evil, calling me a weezel
Hated on by people, everybody thinking that I'm feeble
Tried to be noticed on Omegle
Failed horribly, now I'm stuck in a mess

[Verse 3]
Seven with a b*tch, got a coupe
Man's got them tree trunks, shoo
These b*tches wanna see my motherf*cking shoes
Stop cappin', you Pinocchio, we see your nose is looking like Gru's
I just made seven K for my boo
She said she wanna move out, to a room
So I bought her a flat, and a coupe
Man just got outta the condo
Now he's having to put on a condom
Like everyday, and he's gone home
Put on the TV, he's on the news
And the reporter saying you gone, you
Don't know what the f*ck to do
So you f*cking make a video explaining that it's fake news
But then someone see a tear in your eye
And thinks that someone pointing a f*cking gun at your head
Thinking they gon' pull the trigger and you dead
Motherf*cker, get respect
Atleast for my life