Live Life

[Verse 1] 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 im spittin’ I get it in sentences Im lyrically sentenced behind bars [Hook] 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 im on the mic trying to spread lights it sounds like, like Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop, made something from nothing with Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop [Verse 2] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3] 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 [Outro] 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)