Live
I'm a get this one
Yeah
I got that dope so fuck what you selling
Prey on these beats, not the pope or the reverend
I don't do baggage get lost in the 'Telly'
Bitch it's 'New Habits' got it across the belly
Ops rock with it but they never tell it
They'll get the picture before it develop
I don't need love, I got my plug
He give me flowers while I can still smell them
I'm at the top keep stepping it's levels
Fire I spit like I let out the devil
I paper chase like I'm running for medals
Take everyone cut until that money look severed
I rap on these beats but I feel like a felon
Kill it but bring it to life Makaveli
The next up, best up
Fuck with me wrong then vest up
Pull up with drums like Quest love
Aye, no hoe in my gang
Got snow in my veins my flow is propane
Only wishing me well when I'm throwing some change
It's crazy to me and these hoes are the same
Throwing they pussy just showing some range
Damn, I don't took over the game
We ain't one in the same
I'm the clone of a flame
Run it up, you ain't done enough
I'm on a rise and you that 'son' is up
Been at the new crib for like 2 years
Im on my 2nd place nigga runner up
Done enough? Yea I done enough
It's like the whole team need tummy tucks
Same ones that been down since the broke days
Now it all make sense when you sum it up
Live, nigga I'm trying to live
I treat the world like the crib nigga
I got no worries for real
I'm trying to-I'm trying to
Live, nigga I'm trying live
I treat the world like the crib nigga
I got no worries forreal nigga, live
Got niggas who living and niggas who live
Sky's the limit the ceilings too near
I am rebuilding this shit you ain't built for
Miles in my tennis you niggas can't fill
Still M.O.B. Let them know that it's real
See I rather ball, I'm no Lou Will
Show you how a real nigga living I get it
Show you how these lil niggas living my tenants
Yea I get it, Got to lay low
Gassed up high as halos
And I brought them bands out, Earned pesos
Bitch I stand out 3rd base coach, damn
But this shit will never slide
And the realest never die
And if you struck flame then you been advised
Too much game get you penalized
Live nigga
Live, nigga I'm trying to live
I treat the world like the crib nigga
I got no worries for real
I'm trying to-I'm trying to
Live, nigga I'm trying live
I treat the world like the crib nigga
I got no worries forreal nigga, live
Yeah
I got that dope so fuck what you selling
Prey on these beats, not the pope or the reverend
I don't do baggage get lost in the 'Telly'
Bitch it's 'New Habits' got it across the belly
Ops rock with it but they never tell it
They'll get the picture before it develop
I don't need love, I got my plug
He give me flowers while I can still smell them
I'm at the top keep stepping it's levels
Fire I spit like I let out the devil
I paper chase like I'm running for medals
Take everyone cut until that money look severed
I rap on these beats but I feel like a felon
Kill it but bring it to life Makaveli
The next up, best up
Fuck with me wrong then vest up
Pull up with drums like Quest love
Aye, no hoe in my gang
Got snow in my veins my flow is propane
Only wishing me well when I'm throwing some change
It's crazy to me and these hoes are the same
Throwing they pussy just showing some range
Damn, I don't took over the game
We ain't one in the same
I'm the clone of a flame
Run it up, you ain't done enough
I'm on a rise and you that 'son' is up
Been at the new crib for like 2 years
Im on my 2nd place nigga runner up
Done enough? Yea I done enough
It's like the whole team need tummy tucks
Same ones that been down since the broke days
Now it all make sense when you sum it up
Live, nigga I'm trying to live
I treat the world like the crib nigga
I got no worries for real
I'm trying to-I'm trying to
Live, nigga I'm trying live
I treat the world like the crib nigga
I got no worries forreal nigga, live
Got niggas who living and niggas who live
Sky's the limit the ceilings too near
I am rebuilding this shit you ain't built for
Miles in my tennis you niggas can't fill
Still M.O.B. Let them know that it's real
See I rather ball, I'm no Lou Will
Show you how a real nigga living I get it
Show you how these lil niggas living my tenants
Yea I get it, Got to lay low
Gassed up high as halos
And I brought them bands out, Earned pesos
Bitch I stand out 3rd base coach, damn
But this shit will never slide
And the realest never die
And if you struck flame then you been advised
Too much game get you penalized
Live nigga
Live, nigga I'm trying to live
I treat the world like the crib nigga
I got no worries for real
I'm trying to-I'm trying to
Live, nigga I'm trying live
I treat the world like the crib nigga
I got no worries forreal nigga, live
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Writer(s): Antwan Barner
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