I gotta live how I want
I gotta live how I want
I gotta live how I want
I better go out in style
Guess they still talk on the kid
I didn't care for a while
I need a house in the hills
I need to hold up my title
Shootin' the shot used to miss
But I haven't missed in a while
I sit here patient
I gotta get to the bag and
All of this shit they been sayin'
I never care ‘less they payin'
I got the pressure of being the greatest
Pick up the phone and I'm still feeling anxious
Caught in the mall 'cause I know they just takin'
‘Member the days was so hot that I'm shakin'
Was always breakin'
Now I'm just breakin' the bank and
Move this life for you just pay me
Foreign so how do you hate me
Now I'm so glad you don't rate me
Yeah it's so funny you think you can change me
You not my baby
You not my mufuckin' lady
You drive me crazy
I'm making moves on the daily
They tryna fade me
Want me so bad but it's ??? they can't take me (yuh)
??? they can't take me
Shorty ??? so I cannot trust what you say
People too fake
I am not fake
Now I'm just changing my ways
I tell lil' shorty that I can't be saved
Cannot be pleased unless it's the bank
I need a raise
I'm gonna carry my weight
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I'm gonna carry my weight
Switch up gotta fix up
Pissed off and they miss us
Can't fuck with the fake love
Stories that they made up
I gotta live how I want
I better go out in style
Gas it oh tall in the kid
I didn't care for a while
I gotta live how I want
I better go out in style
Guess they still talk on the kid
I didn't care for a while
I need a house in the hills
I need to hold up my title
Shootin' the shot used to miss
But I haven't missed in a while
Yeah, they've been mad how I live
So, I keep on living cause fuck how they think
I make a check while they blink
You cannot fuck with the clique
This is the table and you cannot sit
I'm feeling blessed
I cannot stress cause I'm still on the brink
Brink of these riches
Watch how they switchin'
They are the reason now I'm movin' different
I am the reason that I'll make a million
Follow my vision
Keep my precision
Call me the census I'll make the prediction
Splittin' my mission
They spittin' fiction
I'm causin' static no fiction
‘Member the days it was distant (Uh, Uh)
I cannot fuck with you
Shorty you lied to me
I cannot ride for you
If you never ride for me
I gotta bag to make
I gotta travel the seas
I'm doin' this on my own
I got nobody with me
I gotta live how I want
I better go out in style
Guess they still talk on the kid
I didn't care for a while
I need a house in the hills
I need to hold up my title
Shootin' the shot used to miss
But I haven't missed in a while
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