I gotta live how I want

I gotta live how I want

I gotta live how I want

I better go out in style

Guess they still talk on the kid

I didn't care for a while

I need a house in the hills

I need to hold up my title

Shootin' the shot used to miss

But I haven't missed in a while

I sit here patient

I gotta get to the bag and

All of this shit they been sayin'

I never care 'less they payin'

I got the pressure of being the greatest

Pick up the phone and I'm still feeling anxious

Caught in the mall 'cause I know they just takin'

'Member the days was so hot that I'm shakin'

Was always breakin'

Now I'm just breakin' the bank and

Move this life for you just pay me

Foreign so how do you hate me

Now I'm so glad you don't rate me

Yeah it's so funny you think you can change me

You not my baby

You not my muf***in' lady

You drive me crazy

I'm making moves on the daily

They tryna fade me

Want me so bad but it's seem they can't take me (yuh)

Seem they can't take me

Shorty with she so I cannot trust what you say

People too fake

I am not fake

Now I'm just changing my ways

I tell lil' shorty that I can't be saved

Can not be pleased unless it's the bank

I need a raise

I'm gonna carry my weight

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

I'm gonna carry my weight

Switch up gotta fix up

Pissed off and they miss us

Can't **** with the fake love

Stories that they made up

I gotta live how I want

I better go out in style

Gas it oh tall in the kid

I didn't care for a while

I gotta live how I want

I better go out in style

Guess they still talk on the kid

I didn't care for a while

I need a house in the hills

I need to hold up my title

Shootin' the shot used to miss

But I haven't missed in a while

Yeah, they've been mad how I live

So, I keep on living cause **** how they think

I make a check while they blink

You can not **** with the clique

This is the table and you cannot sit

I'm feeling blessed

I can not stress cause I'm still on the brink

Brink of these riches

Watch how they switchin'

They are the reason now I'm movin' different

I am the reason that I'll make a million

Follow my vision

Keep my precision

Call me the census I'll make the prediction

Splittin' my mission

They spittin' fiction

I'm causin' static no fiction

'Member the days it was distant (Uh, Uh)

I cannot **** with you

Shorty you lied to me

I can not ride for you

If you never ride for me

I gotta bag to make

I gotta travel the seas

I'm doin' this on my own

I got nobody with me

I gotta live how I want

I better go out in style

Guess they still talk on the kid

I didn't care for a while

I need a house in the hills

I need to hold up my title

Shootin' the shot used to miss

But I haven't missed in a while