Lit Or Live

They don't ever have to call the paramedics bitch I'm too live Defib mouth to mouth like she a medic bitch we too live Never paying light and gas agin bitch we too lit Call the fire Marshall's up agin bitch we too lit They don't ever have to call the paramedics bitch I'm too live Defib mouth to mouth like she a medic bitch we too live Never paying light and gas agin bitch we too lit Call the fire Marshall's up agin bitch we too lit Bitch got me fucked up we just met and want a meal F*ck I look like a food truck Only hit my phone when you want a ride F*ck I look like a city bus I see your agenda I read your syllabus They trying so vigorous Digging for gold with diligence That only make me act villainous I am not that generous Playing hoes like an instrument Wow em' with words a lyricist I always been choosey I wanted the life that I saw in the movies Naked with floozies Diamonds dancing watch em' do the Watusi To Take care of Julie Counting a mill in a big ass Jacuzzi I know I'ma get it bitch From writing these songs or moving the sushi They don't ever have to call the paramedics bitch I'm too live Defib mouth to mouth like she a medic bitch we too live Never paying light and gas agin bitch we too lit Call the fire Marshall's up agin bitch we too lit They don't ever have to call the paramedics bitch I'm too live Defib mouth to mouth like she a medic bitch we too live Never paying light and gas agin bitch we too lit Call the fire Marshall's up agin bitch we too lit We came from Stateway Gardens we was selling dope bags The fiends lined up for our shit like a fucking protest We never did this shit to be cool Limited our moves We never quite knew what to do But break all the rules Why you wanna judge us Like Judy or Mathis We don't even have no small claims No foods no rations Fighting a pistol case Rather have a court date then death date High as f*ck at my high school Cause I had a better chance to die then I ever got to graduate Packing bags like it's flight day It's been 93 days and nigga I ain't missed one play Dealing with pain in life I ran outta dismay Dealing the flour I toss it they catch it a wonderful bouquet We engaged in the streets To have and hold on the heat To death we part no defeat Returning shots no receipt Hoes tell every week Ain't no room to be sweet Tight grip on my ends I'm Shanon Sharpe in his cleats They don't ever have to call the paramedics bitch I'm too live Defib mouth to mouth like she a medic bitch we too live Never paying light and gas agin bitch we too lit Call the fire Marshall's up agin bitch we too lit