Livin

[Chorus: GRIP]
Livin', livin', livin'
All by myself, eh, hold on
Yeah, livin' by myself and everything a nigga got I had to get it by myself, uh
Livin', livin', livin'
All by myself, eh, hold on
Yeah, yeah, look

[Verse 1: GRIP]
Aunt was cooking crack
Fast forward to niggas out here pushin' pack
For all them days at the store when my told me, "Put it back"
Cuzzo in the hoodie strapped
Quick to pull it out like, "Nigga, what the fuck you lookin' at?"
That nigga ignorant, blame it on the pigment
The stick a legitimate– uhm, 5"6'
Fire the bitch off and tear a ligament
This [?] and my thoughts is who I'm living with
I hope they never clasp
The Devil laughs if I turn it on myself and let it blast
So I steer my idеas out of dark places to V12 car races
And chasin' blue Bеnjies with large faces
I play to feel like [?] partakin' a whole lotta heartbreakin'
There's plenty fish in the sea, with me you just shark baitin'
Told you hell would probably freeze over before we start datin'
I can't keep my art waitin'
Kept it a buck from the start of this
The artist that's more into parties and drugs, I'm sorry my love
That's just how I'm–

[Chorus: GRIP & Tate228]
Livin' (Hah), livin' (Yeah), livin'
All by myself, eh, hold on
Yeah, I'm still livin' by myself
And everything I got I had to get it by myself
Livin', livin', livin' all by myself, eh, hold on
I'm still livin' by myself
And everything I got I had to get it by myself

[Verse 2: Tate228]
Hear niggas talkin' 'bout that pressure, but I know they bluffin' (Uh-uh)
I be home alone with that .40, I'm the new Macaulay Culkin (I got it)
I can't seem to sleep, fire my demons down and roll with [?] (Good Lord)
Leanin', but that [?] beamin' gon' be the call this summer (Yeah)
My nigga [?] just hit my line ([?])
He said he 'bout to whip down in a couple thousand [?] (My dawg)
And plus he grab some bottle and he double down (Uh-huh)
Had to get them squares out my circle
Yeah, that's a different crowd (Yeah)
Know way I'll fuck with suckers unless she on her knees with titties out (Come here, baby)
I'm trippin' out, but the [?] was like a crime I had to figure out
Strategize a plan, and that path that took me a different route
Now I'm poppin' [?], peelin' bottles and sippin' 'pagne
Because the real ain't never die, R.I.P to my nigga, man
Quarantine got me feelin' like a baby, ballin' in my crib
Different [?] of brands got me spillin' sauce, I'ma need a bib
This rap shit is independent, but the trap is sponsorship
Spit it how I get it, hopin' that they feel it, don't knock me down

[Chorus: Tate228]
Livin' (It's Tate, nigga, eh), livin', livin'
All by myself, eh, hold on
Yeah, I'm still livin' by myself
And everything I got I had to get it by myself
Livin', livin', livin' all by myself, eh, hold on