Livin What I Know

[Verse 1: Tsu Surf]
Seem like I've been dreamin' more than livin', givin' women lobster
Spendin' all these earnings, on these thirties 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 opps, 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 them 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's scissors, then they 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, when the fuck the killers go?
And when you go, you go alone
[?] mobile phones
When they lettin' Flags free? When this bitch goin' home?
Versace on the bed sheets, she ain't ever feel that
And 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

[Chorus: Stacy Barthe]
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 grow, uh
Yes I could've done better, should've done better
If I knew better but I'm

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
Tenant to the body count
Smilin' at my [?] (Oh)
Dirty M, I 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, with every wolve around
Active when your dawg around but passive when he not around
Baby mom's got a round suck me 'til she cotton mouth
Took you to the box, paid lawyer, that his mama found
Even though he lost, he still a felon 'cause he fight it out
Used to list the drugs, of who I love, blood we fallin' out
I don't love you nothin', I don't love you, fuck you talking 'bout?
That's weird shit, fuck 'em, middle finger, what I stay 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 ain't civilized (Yeah)
What you tryna live or die? Snitchin' get you victimized (Uh)
Niggas talkin' all this solid shit ain't even hit the line
Niggas talkin' all this tough shit, on hella different lines
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, yeah
Why is it Black Live's 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 that 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 them niggas that's suicide

[Chorus: Stacy Barthe]
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 grow, uh
Yes I could've done better, should've done better
If I knew better but I'm