it out loud Chorus: It's my life It's now or never I ain't gonna live forever I just want to live while I'm alive (It's my life) My heart is
I keep calling Why I keep all of these girls at my shows They loving me but I don't know why I keep calling Why I keep calling you [Ryan Leslie] It
want it, dedicated my life tryin' to get it, Oh stay true to yourself don't front it, Never talked about it, if I live it, And I'm calling the shots now, I
my voice I'm killin' 'em I shed my blood About everything I love It's on everything I love, man It's on everything I love It's on everything I love,
I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make a ass outta yourself tryna stop me I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky",
got the real live shit Fuck y'all niggaz wanna do It's all fucked up now What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now
That's what I did, now they all askin' for hits Nigga, it's on for the simple fact I let it be known We still fly but separately 'cause now I charter
it go, whether that's right I will never know But here goes nothing Aston Martin music, music Aston Martin music, music Aston Martin music, music Aston Martin music, music Aston Martin music
won't be finished swallowin' my wad I ain't finished blowin' it, nice bra Hope it'll fit a tough titty, bitch, life's hard, I swear to God Life is a
B.I.G., rest in peace And all my other homies that have died In the madness called street life Rest in peace I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend Dedicated
I guess From Bankhead at the old projects No more stress, now I'm straight Now I get it, now I take time to think Before I make mistakes just for my
Call Me Captain Kangaroo But I Got Money In My Pouch But I Don't Mean Loose Change When I Say Money In The Pouch Ya Dig Ya Im Getting Paid That's What I
I'm lying, think its a game if you want to partna Ay Ross I see you my nigga, I bump that Maybach music nigga when I'm playing music in my Maybach, ya
' now An' now you'se can't leave You opened the door, God, I'm at you annually An' I'm sorry Miss Rosie Perez I call a spade a spade, it just is what
the pan it Twists and it tumbles it, flips and the fumbles I mix it like Gumbo, I pitch it so subtle I keep hustlers puzzled, Feds I got em wondering (Wondering) 'What
fortune, and I don't mind sharin' my wealth, dog I know about my life, I been around the world thrice times I mean what I say, from that Panama sun,