Lyrics Dying To Live - MaKalani

Yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea

Lani Worrld

And I ain't never had no heart for no lame bitch
Everybody actin' iffy so I stay distant
Don't compare me to them niggas who be gang switching
Always stickin' by the niggas who I came with

Beast mood
Gotta keep my circle small like a peephole
Life ain't easy but I live it like a free throw
Lotta bumps I went through on this steep road
Fuck love is get dough that's the cheat code

And we gon' rock out with them racks out
Run it up jus like we fuckin' track stars
Keep my head up flexin bad scars
Bad scars, yea

Don't miss the old me, 'cause that's the broke me
You was playing games when I really was a trophy
Now I'm straight chillin' kickin back, hella cosy
I've been counting 20 bills, keep that paper if you owe me

Don't wanna be around even though it's lonely
Hide behind a mask I feel like Mick Foley
Loud through the speakers but I still live low key
This the type of shit that kill my haters slowly, woah

Feelin' hot like I got a heat stroke
Dog shit yea I carry heavy loads
Drip on my body like I got a rain coat, on me

But I don't got a mil so you know I can't chill
This world keep the fake but assassinate the real
Cold heart, 'cause I'm givin' more then what I get
We just living just to die, but I'm dying just to live

Life is like a roller coaster waiting for the end
Love full a scars that I cannot seem to heal
But my niggas solid, I don't really need no friends
Cause that jealous and that envy is the reason that they kill

I'm singing to the sky like woah, woah
Can't let a bitch nigga take my soul
These hoes basic, so I play my role
It's Lani Worrld welcome to my show

These niggas foreign to the guap like pesos
I see the fake, but love never shows
I'm gettin paper, but i'll never fold
I feel the evil everywhere I go, yea

That's why I never had no heart for no lame bitch
Everybody actin' iffy so I stay distant
Don't compare me to them niggas who be gang switching
Standing out from the crowd cause I stay different

Beast mood
Gotta keep my circle small like a peephole
Life ain't easy, but I live it like a free throw
Lotta bumps I went through on this steep road
Fuck love is get dough, that's the cheat code

And we gon' rock out with them racks out
Run it up jus like we fuckin' track stars
Keep my head up flexin bad scars
Bad scars, yea