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Nyck Caution

How You Live It

 

How You Live It

(álbum: Anywhere But Here - 2021)


[Intro:]
Enjoying
Keep enjoying
Enjoying
Keep enjoying

[Nyck Caution:]
Uh, I dropped the bag off (Yeah)
Early morning I jack off
So when I fuck your chick afternoon, I last long (I last long)
Every song is like the last song (The last song)
When it comes to the level in which I rap on (which I rap on)
Your bitches dancing on me (Yeah)
She like a lap dog (She like a lap dog)
She like my hair (Like my hair)
I keep my cap on
'Cause I ain't looking for love
Shit, is that wrong? (Is that wrong?)
I just want something dainty that I can tap on (I can tap on)
It's killer season, hoe (Yeah)
I feel like Cam'ron (I feel like Cam'ron)
I'm just tryna build a block that I can stand on
Real estate and bigger plans (Plans)
Ya'll just worried about some shit to blow a bag on (Dummy)
I peep the game before it happens like I'm Tony Romo
I'm better than a referee
Don't let the internet fool you, 100k on the 'Gram doesn't make you a celebrity (A celebrity)
You public figures with the fucking pictures (Fuckin')
You got your ass poking out when you lean to the left (Yeah)
When it's really not fat you just angle it best (You just angle it best)
And in person we know that your self-esteem is a mess
But it make you feel better when you're posting your pics (Yeah)

It's cool, I ain't knocking it (Nah)
As long as somebody comment that (Yeah)
And make your whole career look promising
Get it how you live it (Live it)
This world can be filthy (Filthy)
But I'ma do me and get back to the real thing (Yeah)
'Cause every hard line keeps adding to the kill streak

[Joey Bada$$:]
Hol' up, fuck what they talking 'bout, dawg, I know they hear me
I could give a fuck if they feel me, dawg
They sending shots, better kill me, dawg
I'm on a kill streak, I do these flows filthy (Uh-huh)
So much flows, I started investing in realty, got so much goal
All these jewelry make a nigga feel guilty
Ice on the knot, bitch I'm still me
This is just the chill me (Yeah)
Get a nigga hot, and that's when you see the real me (Uh-huh)
Force a nigga hand and that's when you gon' reveal me (What up?)
Nina on my waist if you talking out your face
Better proceed with caution 'cause you niggas ain't safe

[Nyck Caution:]
Off the Jameson I turn into an animal, baby
Shows with Eric, bitch, I'm feeling like Hannibal, baby
Burn up, I roll some words and now my calendar crazy
Different country every night, let's get some capital, baby (Turn it up, uh)
Eastside phenom, yeah
When you make it, it's no B-side
Y'all don't want beef, y'all meat rot
This a fuck you, not a peace sign
I've been down bad like Steve Jobs
Made it all back like Steve, now way I slam 'em down bad, no high five
Beats like sheesh, yo you don't eat on these sides
You can keep yours, I'ma keep mine
Flex like a wrestler, bitch I'm feeling like divine
Open up her legs, block my head on her monkey
I keep the shit funky
Her eyes rolling back, yo she look like a junkie
I bully these pussies, I feel like a Dudley
All I want is some Cudi
Poker face, day and night when she
Aftet she dip, yo a spliff would be lovely
I ain't sparking this chick 'cause every time she hit the weed, she be bugging
Make a way and everybody start running
Make a name and everybody your cousin

It's cool, I ain't knocking it
As long as somebody profiting
There's always someone else that's pocketting
But get it how you live it (Live it)
This world can be filthy (Filthy)
But I'ma do me and get back to the real thing (Back to the real)
'Cause every hard line keeps adding to the kill streak

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