Live It Up

[Verse 1] Up late making music through the night time Cold brew, locked room as I write rhymes Every second lost is another's gained Can't hate the player when the player loves the game Camera in my face, always looking dapper Too slick, rockstar shit, Mick Jagger Not a star yet, I'm feeling like a day away Whole city waiting on me like a layaway Team Popeye strong, no spinach Hit the club looking like a fucking line of scrimmage Bottle on deck, college boy gimmick Drinking top shelf but it's only for the image Yeah, and it's looking like a photo op You ain't living how I'm living homie, no you not I'm not a player though, I just crush a lot I'm with your girl behind your back bitch, sucker shot Is that cool with you? I thought so Drink fast, talk slow, game fresh, all pro, woah Respect the persona, resumé impressive, check the diploma [Hook] x2 I'mma do me, do me, no problem I'mma do me, do me, no stopping Cause you only got one life to live So live it up, just live it up [Verse 2] Agenda when we land, always have a plan All about my cheese so I'm always going HAM They say I make party music, you're damn right Helping white people dance like Red Stripe Flow hot, better let it sit I'm the subject, these other dudes are predicates The hype's real now, stop asking Shows sold out, full house, Bob Saget Leader of the class, you should come and try me Then I'll put you in your place like assigned seats I'm Colonel Sanders to you chickens I'm KFC: killing fucking competition The critics all are crickets, everybody hear 'em But they don't make a fucking peep when you getting near 'em Hungry dude with my hand in the cookie jar Toast to Tommy, Mike Stud rookie card [Hook] x2