Live Life

[Intro: Sample]

My real name is Quincy and

I'm not too fond of that name, so, you know

People call me Q, you know

Like a nickname, abbreviation

Well, uh, Quincy

Shouldn't you be out stealing hubcaps or something like that?

Excuse me? Speak up, I can't hear you

Boy, what you say? (DJ Dave)

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]

As I enter my lifestyle

Nigga figured out my life while

Grown child, damn, life’s a bitch, so I don’t smile

Still puffing herb just to lower my eyebrows

Eye lashes, eyes close, ears open, gun smoking

Words spoken, raps quoting

Close your eyes to the vibe, see the pigs floating

Not a dog, kid, I’m the shit, see the rhyme potent

Hn, never one to hit you with the lies

Working on my gift just to better my surprise

Tatted up my face just to better my disguise

And I’m still ghetto in the hood, chilly with the fries

Put that on the fifties, yo, this rap shit is simply

Easier, fingertips greasier, name in the media, encyclopaedia

No rapper that's spitting, I get it they sentence

I'm lyrically sentenced behind bars

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]

Beat dope, flow tight, guess a nigga go with the fast life

Sounds like, like hip-hop, hip-hop, work for something to something

To hip-hop, hip-hop yeah made a little dough from the fast life

Now I'm on the mic trying to spread lights it sounds like, like

Hip-hop, hip-hop, made something from nothing with hip-hop, hip-hop

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]

These white folks, they ain't care how I grew up

Gang signs threw up

Lifestyle blew up, travel different hoods

Every other curb knew us

Managed by the Bloods, though I still bang Hoover

Spitting that manure

Watch how I maneuver, buzz down in Cuba, flow like a lunatic

See the wrist iced out in this bitch, niggas know the world is mine

So your life in my fist, life real

Grinding hard just to pay the light bills

Spitting with aggression just imagine how my mic feels

Understandable why these niggas call me Hannibal Lecter

Fuck around, dissect you, top dawgs protect you

Nobody is better, I giving a lecture, no rest the semester

No sleep, eyes wide open, just letting my brain speak

G-E-D, Top Dawg E-N-T

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]

Beat dope, flow tight, guess a nigga go with the fast life

Sounds like, like hip-hop, hip-hop, work for something to something

To hip-hop, hip-hop yeah made a little dough from the fast life

Now I'm on the mic trying to spread lights it sounds like, like

Hip-hop, hip-hop, made something from nothing with

Hip-hop, hip-hop

[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]

Huh, so hip-hop got me rapped in

Punch opened up the back door, then I crept in

Let’s in, all this so nonsense rapping

Knowing that I’m living every single track I’m giving, man

Paying Gucci for tuition, learn to play your position

Murdered the competition, taking you on a mission

A journey to big dreams, my life in a sixteen

We trying to trap cream, I’m done with these dope fiends, it seem

[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]

Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

Hip hop, hip

[Outro: ScHoolboy Q, Ab-Soul & Kendrick Lamar]

Yeah, what it is, man?

I don't know

K-Dot uglier than a bitch

Punch, what it do, man, you got a bald head (laughing)

Nah, he stop-- Wait, start it up, Soul

Four gage is wet, you, you, you-- (laughing)

Boy, I say "Yeah" after, after

Y'all four gage is terrible

I say "Yeah"

What it is, though

Y'all four gage is terrible

Yeah, ay, fuck y'all

Quit it, man

You now rocking with the ScHoolboy