We Live This - DJ EFN, Cappadonna, Heckler

Shoulda see how my niggas stood up

With the foot up as we lean back on the recline

Get in line or you could fall behind

What you know about the family grind?

What you know about living a lie?

All the ladies in the house love the way we pop the nine

Step your hood up (step your hood up)

You in the hood, better step your hood up (step your hood up)

Step your hood up, you in the hood, better step your hood up

Brush your guns up, tie that hood up

We gon make it through no matter what

Put the paint in the handle or rip the dutch

Mixed with the club life, we never gonna give it up

Suit it up, I know tricks in the hood that love to strip it up

Peace to all of my real hood niggas that never switch it up

Still lickin up, feel the fight and the pain like we don’t give a fuck

Yeah, I’m trying to move units like them cats sell Hondas

Stay hella papered like I’m Willy Wonka

And get contracts, go sell for sponsers

Show them how I ???

like Hotel Rwanda

A nigga hella proper and I’m nobody’s property

The way I do my thang, I’m a hella comoddity

I gotta keep my habits, fast money and robbery

Well maybe not the other, cus the money is blocking me

Cus if I got locked I can’t spread like containment chambers

But my music’s needed like AIDS awareness

Stop what you’re doing cus your aim is careless

You’re pissing me off, I don’t just aim to scare shit

I aim to bleed, I aim to please

So if the people don’t like to your name is dead on the streets

Nigga you gets none like celibacy

And you ain’t shit like weed with the stems and the seeds

You better have your a game on if you fucking with me

I’m unpredictable, most niggas can’t call it with g

I got lyrics in abundance, crawling out of the dungeon

Lunging for the funds, when I’m done, you won’t function

Catch me on the grind, if not, you won’t see me

I’m surreal, you know the deal, my life is for the tv

Drug addicts addicted, fights right out my window

Fuck talk, I’m trying to raise my stock for my kinfolks

Victim of reality, scrambling to make a salary

Shit I deal with a fucking mentality

On daily basis, all the changing faces

I move once again, tired of changing places

Dog I’m ready to settle, but never for less

So every rapper I see got a target up on their chest

I call the out of style, buck the fuck wild

In this race to the finish, there’s probably an extra mile