Seem like I've been dreamin' more than livin', givin' women lobster
Spendin' all these earnings, on these .30s and Balenciagas
Tax for the play, it's drought time, nigga still cop
Project bitches, she never been here, we just finish shoppin'
FaceTime my daughter, I've been busy with this rappin' flow
Expensive pussy, in the trenches, she from Calabasas
How the Hell that happened?
Pussy good, so I bought it twice
Ain't seen the opp, since I caught a flight
She say she vegan, so she order rice
These random thoughts but it's more to life
Homie stil' stuck, I can't save him, so I bought 'em pipes
I pray he make it through them gang nights
I had to make it through them same nights
Lotta practice to have my aim right
Used to daydream of what this fame like
Appreciate the pleasure, know what pain like
It's homies in the feds, I'm in Hollywood
It be hard to celebrate
Silence, gettin' head, tryna meditate
Drop it, then it sizzled and it separate
Wonder if the cuz went to Heaven gates
They was sellin' dreams, we was sellin' weight
Pull up in the foreign, tryna steal the show
Heard the good die young, well when the fuck the killers go?
And when you go, you go alone
Clubway mobile phones
When they lettin' Flags free? When this bitch goin' home?
Versace on the bed sheets, she ain't ever feel that
And if I really made it, why a nigga still feel trapped?
He don't really pray to God, he got worse problems
Still ain't made a million, still ain't kill who shot 'em
Still grind from the bottom, man, he still ain't kill who shot 'em
Shit, he still ain't kill who shot 'em

I'm only livin' what I know
Through the pain I gotta grow
Yes I could've done better, should've done better
If I knew better, but I'm only livin' what I know
Through the pain I gotta go, uh
Yes I could've done better, should've done better
If I knew better but I'm

Tendin' to the body count
Smilin' at my ocky out
Dirty hammer, swap it out
I know that they talkin' down, fuck what suckas talking 'bout
Lackin', we gon' walk you down
We don't clap, revolve around
Gang, what it revolve around
Active when your dawg around, but passive when he not around
Baby mom's got her 'round, suck me 'til she cotton mouth
Took it to the box, paid lawyer, that his mama found
Even though he lost, he stilla fella 'cause he fight it out
You solicit drugs to who I love, blood we fallin' out
I don't loan you nothin', I don't love you, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
That's weird shit, fuck 'em, middle finger, what I steer with (yeah)
Nigga Premo keep a package of that pure whip
The love is purified, every time you called me, I was finna slide
Fuck a suit and tie, we uncivilized (yeah)
What you tryna live or die? Snitchin' get you victimized (uh)
Niggas talkin' all this solid shit ain't never hit the line
Niggas talkin' all this tough shit, on hella different lives
We know that you livin' lies, A&R was minimized
Death before dishonor, that's the only quote I memorized
Seen my nigga finna die, I'm thankful that he didn't die
Told my lil' bro you could be whatever you visualize, yeah
You could be whatever you visualize
Why is it black lives only matter outside of genocide?
Hard to make amends with a nigga that's from a different side
We gon' go to war with whoever, at any given time (yeah)
We gon' go to war with whoever, at any given time
Even if it cost me my life, or them people give me time
Ayy free the guys, reach for mines and I'ma do you slime
Polaroids and green dots, keep the goons alive
Move aside, cloudy diamonds bein' scrutinized
You don't want no smoke with the fella, fella that's suicide
Yeah, tell 'em niggas that's suicide

I'm only livin' what I know
Through the pain I gotta grow
Yes I could've done better, should've done better
If I knew better, but I'm only livin' what I know
Through the pain I gotta go, uh
Yes I could've done better, should've done better
If I knew better but I'm

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Writer(s): Rajon Cox, Stacy Barthe, Timothy P. Patterson