“My Life”
(feat. Eminem & Adam Levine)
My, yeah, yeah, mmm
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There’s no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It’s an illusion, like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try, yeah
[50 Cent:]
Yeah, ’03, I went from quite filthy to filthy rich
Man, their emotions change, so I can never trust a bitch
I tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spit
Right in my face, so Game and Buck both can suck a dick
Now when you hear ’em it may sound like it’s some other shit
‘Cause I’m not writin’ anymore, they not makin’ hits
I’m far from perfect, there’s so many lessons I done learned
If money’s evil, look at all the evil I done earned
I’m doin’ what I’m supposed to
I’m a writer, I’m a fighter, entrepreneur
Fresh out the sewer, watch me maneuver—what’s it to ya?
The track I lace it, it’s better than basic
This is my recovery, my comeback, kid
[Adam Levine:]
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There’s no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It’s an illusion, like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try, yeah
[Eminem and 50 Cent:]
While you were sippin’ your own Kool-Aid gettin’ your buzz heavy
I was in the fuckin’ shed, sharpenin’ my machete
Sippin’ on some of that revenge juice, gettin’ my taste buds ready
To wolf down this spaghetti or should I say this spa-get-even?
I think you fuckin’ meatballs keep on just forgettin’
Thought he was finished, motherfucker, it’s only the beginnin’
He’s buggin’ again, he’s straight thuggin’, fuck who he’s offendin’! (Yeah!)
He’ll rip your vocal chords out and have them bitches plugged in the
Motherfuckin’ wall with 3000 volts of electricity
Now take the other end of ’em, then plug them motherfuckers-in-each
One of your eye sockets ’cause I thought you might finally fuckin’ see
That’ll teach you to go voicin’ your cocksuckin’ opinion to me
I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shit, fuck lettin’
Up! You’re gonna end up regrettin’ you ever betted against me
Feels like I’ma snap any minute
Yeah, it’s happenin’ again
And I’m thinkin’ about just sayin’, “Motherfuck everybody that’s up in this bitch but 50!”
‘Cause this is all I know
This is why so hard I go
I swear to God I put my heart and soul
In this more than anybody knows
I’m trapped, so all I do is rap
But every time I rap I’m more trapped
And I rap myself right to this bubble
Oh I guess it’s bubble wrap (Ha ha)
It’s like a vicious cycle, my life’s in a crisis
Christ, how was I supposed to know shit would turn up like it did?
Feels like I’m goin’ psycho again (Ch, ch, ch, ch)
And I might just blow my lid
Shit, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid
‘Cause I’m runnin’ in circles with—
[Adam Levine:]
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There’s no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It’s an illusion, like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try, yeah
[50 Cent:]
I haven’t been this fuckin’ confused since I was a kid
Sold like 40 million records, people forgot what I did
Maybe this is for me, maybe
Maybe I’m supposed to go crazy
Maybe I’ll do it 3 A.M. in the morning like Shady
Psycho killer, Michael Myers
I’m on fire like a lighter
Try to say this ain’t classic, get yo’ ass kicked mad quick
Wrap your head up in plastic
Pussy, now pick the casket
Dirt nap with the maggots, it’s tragic
It’s sad, it’s never gonna end
Now we number one again
With that frown on your face and your heart full of hate
Accept it, respect it, this a gift God-given
Like the air in the lungs of every fuckin’ thing livin’
[Adam Levine:]
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There’s no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It’s an illusion, like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
About 50 Cent Lyrics
Artist: 50 Cent
Related Songs: Major Distribution Lyrics
Album: 9 Shots
Release date: August 14, 2015
Recorded: 2015
Songwriter(s): Curtis Jackson
Format: CDr, Single, Promo
Median: $3.34
Genre: Hip Hop
Lowest: $3.28
Producer(s): Frank Dukes