What, wha- wha- wha- what is this?
I’m tryna live life I’m tryna live life
To all my people in the room out livin’ it To nobody in the room forgettin’ it
This is full from the heart This a nigga bar… what? Right before that nigga start This is where that fake shit depart
I’m Mr. Cool Man, dropped outta school man The long bread up, never caught dead at a school dance That’s what they call me But if I had a dollar for all the times that the fuckin’ school shit stalled me Nigga I’da been rich now With two in the tin house The view of the penthouse A slu in the French blouse The rootings of life is in the booth when I write I speak my mind and I’m sure that I say the truth to the mic
I’m in my air call yaredals dolls with Mrs. Long Hair With her lipstick smeared on, her bra strap near gone That don’t even sound right But your shit sound like… Nah, not even a sound byte
Man it ain’t worth it Man it ain’t worth shit I made some bad choices cause Damn, I ain’t perfect I know when this come out they’ll be like, “Damn you ain’t heard this, “ And when your shit come out they’ll be like, “I ain’t heard worse shit.” I’m back to my business I’m crunchin’ my numbers like I was back to my fitness And you catchin’ feelings nigga I’m catchin’ your bitch ass Cause all my niggas fly like we tryna get jetlag
I’m tryna live life I’m tryna live life