Explain [Hook: Cee-Lo]
This is my [bad word] #39; life
My life, oh yeah

[Verse 1: Crooked I]
Ay, S-L-A, U-G-H, T-E-R, H-O-U-S-
Yes we are, the best in the biz, the West in the [bad word]  this East side LB
Money over coochie man, 645 when dip through the burbs
I be on my Gucci Mane, smash on the gas, kick a [bad word] to the curb
House in the hills, thousands and mill's
Getting wild in the field with your spouse in Brazil
On ounces and pills, how does it feel?
To count dollar bills that I found off skills
Check it out, Jets fly private
 [bad word] S5 Hybrid, baby test drive my whip
I’m in Bed Stuy with my chick
On my West side fly [bad word] 
Pulling out minks when the weather get chilly
Left Eye side kick
Now don’t you niggas go chasing waterfalls
These [bad word] wall to wall and they love to floss y'all

[Hook]
This is my [bad word] life
My life, oh yeah
This is my [bad word] life
(Jets fly private, [bad word] S5 Hybrid, Baby test drive my whip)

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
Sometimes I look around and I just, I just can’t believe it
I’m on a high like a falsetto, maybe that’s why I feel like I’m dreaming
My eyes just quit, look what I’m seeing
My life just shifted, I feel like I’m breathing
Light that spliff
Nah, I don’t even smoke cause it burn my throat but tonight I’m steaming
Patron you my cup, holding mine up
Toasting with a [bad word]  that I know I'm gon' [bad word] 
In these five star sheets, put her right to sleep
Then kick the [bad word] out when I wake up
Even though baby girl got a large ol' [bad word] 
I remember praying that my car goes last
Now my car so fast, I don't think you understand in a Murcielago dash
When it hurts but you ride through the dirt
And you work till it hurt, and you end up on Marshall’s staff
Hoping that your granny get to see you at the Grammy’s
Get a call from your family that your grandma passed
Then you know what you promised her
So that you stay hot as a, thermometer, dipped in lava
So proud to be part of a, conglomerate, like this

[Hook]

[Bridge: Cee-Lo]
Every time that they play this
Put your hands up high if
You're happy you made it
It's bittersweet when I say it
But since I'm alive, might as well celebrate

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
What a success story, when the film plays it gets less gory
My son didn’t know who his pop was for years, now it's less Maury
God put it there as a test for me
Used to walk around with a vest at 40
Cops tryna mess hall me
Now babes with the 34F’s adore me
I took the rock and a hard place and made the best orgy
Now the fans approach, I get paranoid
Where I’m from, they tell me never let your guard rest
But it’s simple to disregard stress
 [bad word] to the bone and they far fetched

[Verse 4: Royce Da 5'9"]
Now jets fly high [bad word] 
That Panamera Porsche that’s Ryan’s fly whip
As a kid I was poor, playing tag, now I’m it!
For those of yall that don’t remember me
I’m a Detroit Oak Parker
Went from no office to offers
I told ya’ll I would get my daddy out the post office
And so far I don’t really need to own my city
Just as long as the is on my [bad word] 
My sons and my daughter and my wife is along for the ride
This is the [bad word] life

[Hook]