Live a Little

Rap time (yuh) Alright, plug gonna be here in eight minutes, let's see if I can get this 99 Neighbors, yo I gotta give it to these new kids Why you trippin'? Mama callin' me like boy what state is you in (she ain't callin' yo' dumbass) Travel all the time, you know my patience thin I'll get my paper thick like that's my golden rule, make them digits I done manifested this since dropping school, holy shit I never go back to the darker days Never go back that way Damn I got bags to chase, blow pack to the face Got rats in the race, go find 'em Hoping things don't end violent Don't like sirens either Fuck that bitch delete her If she hurt you leave her If she ain't about yo' shit, then why the fuck you need her? I been blowing up the stage and I might break the meter I might buy that two seater, spent my time with two liters Cocaine flow, that nose bleeder Cookin' up on that new heater Cold hearted, I'm never stressin' shit (bro, you always stressin') More money more problems, this black excellence Back in my bag, back on the road Back to me blackin' out on flows Screamin' mother fuck the president, ayy Anything goes this year, I'm still sleepin' on the floor this year My nigga hold my beer, back in my groove Shadow boxing the devil blindfolded, I stick and move When there's way too many vultures in the room Check it, I've been that nigga since I hopped up off the porch Of course it's that pretty motherfucker with the torch You're all welcome The apple never gets too far from the tree it fell from The rose that grew from concrete on this album, ayy If you hatin', suck my dick from the back I never lack, I'm more focused than ever Never relaxed, semi-detached Pack bags, hit the high road, renovate for the better Only chance in hell that I can get recognition in heaven So let me live, I've been givin' all I can give I'm tryna breathe, in between sippin' all I can sip Bitch get a grip, who's the rawest off rip? (not you, nigga) Answer my question, saucing daily don't get caught in the mix This life a blessing Moving onto better things Wasn't living right for a minute Angle my scope, fix my sights, like a rifle, I'm in it I'm after fast passes and some first class baggage I'm tellin' all these suits next to me I did it off rappin' I'm braggin' of course, haters get torched, the young hell spawn Don't make me pull a motherfuckin' belt on them niggas All that hatin' ain't improvin' on your health, my nigga Being jealous never helped none of your wealth, go figure We keep it, most definitely doper than them, stories begin This a legacy, it never could end, flow through my pen All these moments that I spent with my friends It all depends, what's the most that you willin' to lend?