Live How I Want

I gotta live how I want I gotta live how I want I gotta live how I want I better go out in style Guess they still talk on the kid I didn't care for a while I need a house in the hills I need to hold up my title Shootin' the shot used to miss But I haven't missed in a while I sit here patient I gotta get to the bag and All of this shit they been sayin' I never care 'less they payin' I got the pressure of being the greatest Pick up the phone and I'm still feeling anxious Caught in the mall 'cause I know they just takin' 'Member the days was so hot that I'm shakin' Was always breakin' Now I'm just breakin' the bank and Move this life for you just pay me Foreign so how do you hate me Now I'm so glad you don't rate me Yeah it's so funny you think you can change me You not my baby You not my mufuckin' lady You drive me crazy I'm making moves on the daily They tryna fade me Want me so bad but it's seem they can't take me (yuh) Seem they can't take me Shorty with she so I cannot trust what you say People too fake I am not fake Now I'm just changing my ways I tell lil' shorty that I can't be saved Can not be pleased unless it's the bank I need a raise I'm gonna carry my weight Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I'm gonna carry my weight Switch up gotta fix up Pissed off and they miss us Can't fuck with the fake love Stories that they made up I gotta live how I want I better go out in style Gas it oh tall in the kid I didn't care for a while I gotta live how I want I better go out in style Guess they still talk on the kid I didn't care for a while I need a house in the hills I need to hold up my title Shootin' the shot used to miss But I haven't missed in a while Yeah, they've been mad how I live So, I keep on living cause fuck how they think I make a check while they blink You can not fuck with the clique This is the table and you cannot sit I'm feeling blessed I can not stress cause I'm still on the brink Brink of these riches Watch how they switchin' They are the reason now I'm movin' different I am the reason that I'll make a million Follow my vision Keep my precision Call me the census I'll make the prediction Splittin' my mission They spittin' fiction I'm causin' static no fiction 'Member the days it was distant (Uh, Uh) I cannot fuck with you Shorty you lied to me I can not ride for you If you never ride for me I gotta bag to make I gotta travel the seas I'm doin' this on my own I got nobody with me I gotta live how I want I better go out in style Guess they still talk on the kid I didn't care for a while I need a house in the hills I need to hold up my title Shootin' the shot used to miss But I haven't missed in a while