Lyrics:
survive
(yes I do know) know why I'm alive
To love and be with you
Day by day by day by day
(hey, hey)
Say-aye yaya oh
(yayah yaya oh)
'be
Any rapper coming for me, I'mma send a missile back
Not too many legends got a legacy that's this intact
That equipment I'm grippin kept where
scratchin' dilligent sentences backwards
Visiting freestyle cyphers for your reaction
Now I can live in a stadium, pack it the fastest
Gamblin' Benjamin
around, probably out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check, check out my melody"
I wanna live good, so, shit, I sell dope
For
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
Uh, uh, okay, showtime
Let's get it
J-J-J-J-Exquisite
I pop verbs like vitamins, my actions is my bars
I'm climbing up these bars all the way up
cookin up some beats man I'm boutta freestyle
Im mopping up thse other rappers like it's chicken grease
I worked at chick fila just tried to get by
not playing
I’m really him you know the name
G.O.A.T. spelling aint change
These rappers is dying I’m over their grave
So don’t play with me
Already
cups, like a nerd I’m geeked up
Yeah I mop the floor with rappers like it’s timе to clean up
She don’t agree with the drugs I do
But thеre’s really
cups, like a nerd I’m geeked up
Yeah I mop the floor with rappers like it’s time to clean up
She don’t agree with the drugs I do
But there’s really
it wasn't for, if it wasn't for
If it wasn't for, if it wasn't for, nigga, I got a dozen more
Hov think I'm Hov, Nas think I'm Nas
That's the trick,
have a better yesterday
I live in Christ
I'm winning every day
When men say it's a casting down
I can't relate
'cause I'm carried by grace
I'm living by
a bit of a day
Maybe I should go and switch up the pace
Mainly cuz I'm getting sick of the taste
Of flaccid dick, and plastic, bad acid
Slap that rapper
of a day
Maybe I should go and switch up the pace
Mainly cuz I'm getting sick of the taste
Of flaccid dick, and plastic, bad acid
Slap that rapper back
your foot on first
Been about ten years since I been high off the 'angel'
Now I'm walkin' side by side with an angel
In front of my eyes, that prize
insomniac yo motherfucker I'm the wokest
Rappers going down in stories I go down in history
Put a mark on the kid you still miss me
King gone to battle ain't
to won the grammy
Next year cause my shit came too early
I’m the jiggy young nigga bitch you heard me
Understand me
Long live A$AP is winnin' Grammys
j’vais cé-per dans pas longtemps
I change the language whenever I want
I start in french now they know I’m the one
I’m walking like a king, cause I’m
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
that I'm the ringer
They try to tell me I'm not a rapper that I am a singer
Then I switch to rapping shit and they say I'll never be one
They told me
the coupe where the hat come off
I live like a rapper so it do not matter
I love spitting bars but it's money I'm after
It used to be different but now I'm
dearly
Still a soldier Stay solid when I'm teary
2021 Vision this a series of my life that I be giving you
By a man that lives by principle
Use to block my
Man I live by faith not feelings
Man I said faith not feelings
Enemy plotting and scheming
But I'm living by faith not feelings
Man I said faith not
{DJ Q-Bert scratches "I'm the ultimate.." "..emcee!"}
[Dr. Octagon]
Walkin streets with shopping carts, a live alligator
Hold your
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