Shit That I Live 4

[Produced by Mo]

[Intro]
I live for this shit like how I live for my son, nigga
Uh

[Verse]
Uh, you already know I’m sick, diarrhea flows
I’m really on some other shit
When I lay it down, I do it perfectly
I should be the only nigga that you fucking with
Waking up, I thank the Lord for another day
Even though I contemplated blowing out my brains
Face a blunt, bust a nut just to keep me sane
Double cup of the mud when I kill the pain
Heart so cold that a nigga spittin’ snow
Hella focused on the shit I never did before
For the goal, can’t fold, gotta pick and roll
On the highway to hell, about to pay the toll
I could do couple things with these sixteens
Writer credits whеn I edit, Ima get cream
If you pay mе an advance I won’t retreat
Gotta do it for these niggas, do it for the streets
Moving crowds with my sound and I’m proud of it
Inner city bitches wanna be down for it
I’m gunning for the tokens, but I’m not toting
She cheated on her man, shoulda not told him
All good, I could bring it to your barrio
Just to bust a rhyme, nigga peep the scenario
I’m making love to your stereo
A fucking showstopper everywhere you go

[Chorus]
Pray for a nigga, all I want is gold and riches
A bunch of bad bitches and my own business
Killing instruments, this is shit that I live for
And I’m still a outcast, on my Big Boi
Uh, all I want is gold and riches
On my TIP shit, Ima go and get it
Feel the soul of a young nigga
Still breaking barriers, gotta set my own limits

[Verse 2]
In the land of the milk and honey
I’m lucky when it comes to women and money
You know that I’m the best, it ain’t nothing to me
So different from these clowns, it’s not a discussion
I should buy me a chain for every time I stunted
Shitting on these niggas and I’m ‘bout to flush it
It’s a pandemic, don’t acknowledge me out in public
My only fucking policy was “Fuck it”
Your shorty think about my dick while eating lunch
The way she throw it back made a nigga lunge
Blunt smoke, soak it up like a sponge
Getting higher than Mariah Carey lungs
This ain’t the type of song that’s a singalong
But this’ll make your ass wanna quote a bar
No faux pas, maybe ‘cause I planned it out
Bitches sitting in for my shows ‘cause I’m standing out
I brought ‘em in the darkness of my mental cloud
First you see the spark, then you hear the sound
Got a girl who’s been down for quite a while
Wanna know if what’s in store is walking down the aisle
Shit, maybe next year
How I beat the pussy up and make it shed tears
Ima switch gears, top tier’s where I’m headed though
Opposition tried to make my life so difficult

[Chorus]
Pray for a nigga, all I want is gold and riches
A bunch of bad bitches and my own business
Killing instruments, this is shit that I live for
And I’m still an outcast, on my Big Boi
Uh, all I want is gold and riches
On my TIP shit, Ima go and get it
Feel the soul of a young nigga
Still breaking barriers, gotta set my own limits