Live Life

As I enter my lifestyle

Nigga figured out my life while

Grown child, damn, life’s a bitch so I don’t smile

Still puffin’ herb just to lower my eyebrows

Eye lashes, eyes close, ears open, gun smokin’

Worst pokin’, rap’s quoting

Close your eyes to the vibe, see the pigs floating

Not a dog, kid I’m the shit, see the rhyme potent

Hmm… never wanted to hit you with the lies

Working on my gift just to better my surprise

Tatted up my face just to better my disguise

And I’m still ghetto in the hood, chilly with the fries

Put that on the fifties, oh this rap shit is simply

Easier, fingertips greasier name in the media, encyclopidea

And this rap I'm spittin’ I get it in sentences

I'm lyrically sentenced behind bars

Beat dope, flow tight guess a nigga go with the fast life

Sounds like, like hip-hop, hip-hop, work for something to something

To hip-hop, hip-hop yeah made a little dough from the fast life

Now I'm on the mic trying to spread lights it sounds like, like

Hip-hop, hip-hop, made something from nothing with

Hip-hop, hip-hop

These white folks they ain't care how I grew up, gang signs threw up

Lifestyle blew up, travel different hoods, every other curb knew us

Managed by the bloods, though I still bang hoover, spittin that manure

Watch how I maneuver, buzz down in cuba, flow like a lunatic

See the wrist iced out in this bitch, niggas know the world is mine

So your life in my fist, life real, grinding hard just to pay the light bills

Spitting with aggression just imagine how my mic feels

Understandable why these niggas call me hannibal lecter

Blacked up fuck around, dissect you, top dogs protect you

Nobody is better, I give a lecture to the rest of the semester

No sleep, eyes wide open, just to let my brain speak

G-e-d top dog e-n-t

Huh so hip-hop got me rapped in

Punch opened up the back door, and then I crept in

Let’s in all this so nonsense rapping

Knowing that I’m living every single track I’m giving in

Paying gucci for tuition, learn to play your position

Murdered the competition, taking you on a mission

A journey to big dreams, my life in a sixteen

We trying to trap cream, I’m done with these dope fiends

Seen

I don't know what it is, I don’t know, k.

Dot uglier than a bitch, punch what he do, got a bald head (laughing)