How To Not Die

[Verses: Lwansta]

I took a drive at night, no fucking learners or a license

My mom gave me the keys because I haven't told a lie since

The day I said that I don't give a fuck about my exes

But no one gives a fuck who your ex is, it's who your next is, unless you're Drake

And if you're not then man you're fucking fake

Cause all it takes for you to be great, is have an honest face

And if you take advice from a plastic nigga who doesn't have it nigga

You probably gon' end up with that habit nigga

I'm very distracted, I'm very distracted

Pardon my lack of commitment for giving a fuck, but I'm young and I'm a born free

During my come-up niggas ignored me

Now every fucker wanting a feature cannot afford me

Believe me niggas, this rap shit, it isn't easy niggas

When the bass drops, I'm topping all of you cheesy niggas

Had it fucking easy? I hope you fall on your fucking ass and motherfucking crash and never pick up a fucking pad

I'm bitter, I hate rappers getting what I want

Whoever picks these rappers is never picking the right one

And I'm just fucking tired of niggas who should retire right after they drop their first fucking single cause I'm the right one

But anyway I won't hate, cause hate's gay, it's fucking ignorant like that nigga that hates gays

If I can figure out how these niggas just make way for niggas who they say are sicker than 8 aids I'm in

With only one A I got in, now I'm a first year student trying hard not to sin

I took my shit up from a town very easy to get around

Now I'm in a city where it's so easy to get a round

And niggas don't make a sound, stay plotting under the ground

The only time they hold you down is when making sure that you drown

But they'll never get their hands on a nigga, they try'na throw me in the fire but they'll never take the fans from a nigga

You ever been to Kokstad? You prolly haven't

So shut the fuck up, cause you don't know how hard I had

Tryna kick the habit, of rapping while I was trying to study

And having all these whack gigs and never making no money, damn!

I'm just a kid, who's mother always supported

Never heard a single rap cause knew she'd be disappointed

I was present right at church but my rapping not anointed

So this talent was a blessing but cursing just makes it pointless

Took a drive at night, no fucking learners or a license

My mom gave me the keys no, I took the keys, with her permission though

Forgetting the fact that I never listen though

She told me "no" to girls, but she caught me, but weren't kissing though

At least I like girls and I'm not gay, but I'm bumping Beyonce

Sometimes I shed a tear but I'm not gay

Man I just can't control my emotions and fucking emotional coaster

When I'm angry I'm pissed, when happy I'm like a kid

Sometimes I just can't resist

And shove a dick inside of the fucking bitch of  life that I'm just trying to live

And I'm just so depressed in this fucking res

And all this stress and just need to rest but I don't, I'm tryna beat the rest

But being the best is not what I'm looking for

Man I just wanna make living doing all of the shit that they booked me for

Motherfuck what they looking for, motherfuck what they took me....