Livin TATE228 (Ft. GRIP)

[Chorus: GRIP]
Livin', livin', livin'
All by myself, eh, hold on
Yeah, livin' by myself and everything a nigga got I had to get it by myself, uh
Livin', livin', livin'
All by myself, eh, hold on
Yeah, yeah, look

[Verse 1: GRIP]
Aunt was cooking crack
Fast forward to niggas out here pushin' pack
For all them days at the store when my told me, "Put it back"
Cuzzo in the hoodie strapped
Quick to pull it out like, "Nigga, what the fuck you lookin' at?"
That nigga ignorant, blame it on the pigment
The stick a legitimate– uhm, 5"6'
Fire the bitch off and tear a ligament
This [?] and my thoughts is who I'm living with
I hope they never clasp
The Devil laughs if I turn it on myself and let it blast
So I steer my idеas out of dark places to V12 car races
And chasin' blue Bеnjies with large faces
I play to feel like [?] partakin' a whole lotta heartbreakin'
There's plenty fish in the sea, with me you just shark baitin'
Told you hell would probably freeze over before we start datin'
I can't keep my art waitin'
Kept it a buck from the start of this
The artist that's more into parties and drugs, I'm sorry my love
That's just how I'm–