Текст песни How You Live It (feat. Joey Bada$$) - Nyck Caution , Joey Bada$$

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 dancin' on me (yeah)
She like a lap dog (like a lap dog)
She like my hair (like my hair)
I keep my cap on
'Cause I ain't lookin' 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 (feel like Cam'ron)
I'm just tryna build a block that I can stand on (Dipset)
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 fuckin' pictures (fuckin')
You got your ass pokin' 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 postin' your pics
It's cool, I ain't knockin' it (nah)
As long as somebody comment that (yeah)
And make your whole career look promisin'
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 addin' to the kill streak
Hol' up, fuck what they talking 'bout, dawg, I know they hear me
I could give a fuck if they feel me, dawg
They sendin' shots, better kill me, dawg
I'm on a kill streak, I do these flows filthy (uh-huh)
So much flows, I started investin' in realty, got so much gold
All these jewelry make a nigga feel guilty
Ice on the knot, bitch I'm still me
This is just the chill me (chill)
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 talkin' out your face
Better proceed with caution 'cause you niggas ain't safe
Off the Jameson I turn into an animal, baby
Shows with Eric, bitch, I'm feelin' like Hannibal, baby
Burn up, I roll some words and now my calendar crazy
Different country every night,
Let's get some capital, baby (chop it up, uh)
Eastside phenom, yeah
When you make heat, ther's no B-side
Y'all don't want beef, y'all meat ride
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 feelin' like D-Von
Open up her legs, back my head on her monkey, I keep the shit funky
Her eyes rollin' back, yo she look like a junkie
I bully these pussies, I feel like a Dudley
All I want is some cutty
Poker face, day and night when she-
After she dip, yo a spliff would be lovely
I ain't sparkin' this chick
'Cause every time she hit the weed, she be buggin' (chill out)
Make a way and everybody start runnin', uh (facts)
Make a name and everybody your cousin
It's cool, I ain't knockin' it
As long as somebody profitin'
There's always someone else that's pockettin'
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 addin' to the kill streak