No more wine for me, no more dimes of weed   'Cuz I'm tryin' to see, if my mind can reach   The level of the game that we die to see   I'm talkin' bout naturally where ya mind is free   See I'm a dying breed, a country-fried emcee   I used to rhyme for free, but now I rhyme for cheese   See it was bound to be, when there's mouths to feed   And there's bills to pay, somethin' gotta give way      The way I feel today, I could care less   'Cuz my mind is made, yeah my hair's a mess   I don't bother to shave, I walk around bare chest   like a candy face, like I'm wearin' a vest   I dare ya to test, I push a hundred-five reps   Showin' off my pecs, triceps and biceps   I'm all for the cause, ready to die next   I'm all for the cause, ready to die next      We don't even talk about it we live it, we live it   (How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)   (Can't nobody tell me how to live my life)   And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it   (How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)   (Can't nobody tell me how to live my life)      This life? It's mine   It's yours? It's mine   That's right it's mine   That's yours this mine   This life? It's mine   It's yours? It's mine   That's right it's mine   That's yours this mine      Now ah, when I was a, young man   There was a couple of things poppa put in my head   Never sit down when ya need to stand   Never drink down all ya dreams and plans   Poppa, what's that inside ya glass?   Don't do as I do boy, do as I ask   See do it right if ya gon' do it that fast   And don't do it if ya gon' do it half-assed      Well, since then I been an over-achiever   Smoker and drinker, only I would opened my blinkers   And I'm broke, so I guess I gotta choke on my finger   'Cuz I need to come up, ah I'm just a dreamer   A hustle schemer, these cops be corrupt like Rupp Arena   Try an bust my weiner, with these court subpoenas petty misdemeanors   "Boy you ain't worth" like student like teacher      We don't even talk about it we live it, we live it   (How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)   (Can't nobody tell me how to live my life)   And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it   (How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)   (Can't nobody tell me how to live my life)      This life? It's mine   It's yours? It's mine   That's right it's mine   That's yours this mine   This life? It's mine   It's yours? It's mine   That's right it's mine   That's yours this mine      Same jeans in the spring that I strut in the fall   No comb, no fade, no nothin' at all   I'll give a finger for the haters and one for the law   Sounds fine, Nappy Roots a little somethin' for y'all   Get a dutch, jump the gultch, then stuff it with straw   Get higher than a motherfucker, deep in the call   Hit the liquor sto', makin' mo', fifth and I pause   Get love tryna cut, got ya dick and balls   Hell naw then broads at the wall      Big pimpin' on a budget, tryna make it the mall   Thank the Lord, for just livin', makin' the most   'Scuse me, anybody got change I can borrow?   Dime? Caught a penny tryna get to the mall   Wanna buy me some ice too, slip it and fall   Ops silly me, big nuts and they gone   Didn't see that shit comin' like a truck in the fall      We don't even talk about it we live it, we live it   (How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)   (Can't nobody tell me how to live my life)   And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it   (How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)   (Can't nobody tell me how to live my life)      This life? It's mine   It's yours? It's mine   That's right it's mine   That's yours this mine   This life? It's mine   It's yours? It's mine   That's right it's mine   That's yours this mine      Lemme hear ya say   Nappy Roots see ya dawg, all my magazine   It's that life B, gotta make that choice   It's all on you   Lemme hear ya say   Lemme hear ya say   Lemme hear ya say