Livin' Like

[Intro]

Uh, Soul Brother number...

Rapper! ha

What's good big homie

You know I got that flava

Good Evening Ladies & Gentleman

This evening takes great pride in presenting

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]

Uh, Soul brother number 2

Here to take number 2 on any number 2

That's who's ever after me

Don't get my spot confused

Like a gang of dalmatians in the same room

I never sleep; you snooze, you lose

I'm on a consecutive leap

Slick wit it, sippin' a 40, No WD

Splendid, ended my name on your brain

Like a paragraphs first sentence..(Mane!)

Please see the passion in this young man

Burn this bitch down even if I got one fan

Like, you hear this, you ears will sun tan

I'm an army tank, you're just one man

And niggas talkin' bout they label offers

Knowin' damn well them labels off ya

You know you got it all wrong

When you start equating your success with Drake and Trey Songz

Soul

[Pre-Chorus]

Where you need to be?

Where you need to go?

What you need to see,? lemme know

(Baby I can show you...show you)

We only got one life

Live it to the T

But, take it from me

(Don't let time control you..trol' you)

[Chorus]

Whatchu livin' like?

Whatchu livin' like?

Whatchu livin' like?

Whatchu livin' like?

I'm livin' like

I'm livin' like

I'm livin' like

I'm livin' like

[Verse 2: Rapper Big Pooh]

I say I'm livin' like the world can't hold me

Mama can't scold me, like a lawn chair niggas fold me

Flow sounding moldy & dated

Rap game I hate it

But at the same time I'm in love deeply

I'm in love indiscreetly, stop looking for them neat raps

Go ahead get ya wet naps

Chicago poetic justice with my wave cap

I know some people mad at me cause I ain't wave back

Double Impact; No Jean Claude

Niggas got stories but most of them fraud

We are all flawwed

Only difference is I display mine

If I say your music whack, that's a hate crime

You can debate I'm better than the next one

Each fan text one, I could a have million

Me and Ab building, Me and Ab killing

I wish you would fight the feeling

[Chorus]

Whatchu livin' like?

Whatchu livin' like?

Whatchu livin' like?

Whatchu livin' like?

I'm livin' like

I'm livin' like

I'm livin' like

I'm livin' like

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]

King of my stomping ground

I don't fuck around, like a Tupperware top I shut shit down

I wear the underwear here, it's best you know now

When Queers interfere I can feel it in the air

They ain't gotta make a sound

Ain't shit sweet

But the swisher full of weed where my thumb and my index meet

You don't quite cut the criteria

We keep trees on us like LRG, Cause

Mass hysteria walkin' across the street, cause

They never seen a nigga so concrete

And You can understand that right?

You look a little dumbfounded

Believe whatever you looking for I done found it

I can show you the real and I can tell you the grind

But even T-Pain get this shit overnight

And If, nothing else remember this

The smartest man in the world know we don't know shit

[Outro]

Tommy Black, Wassup

Tommy Black, Wassup

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