Chuch (Live)

It came at a price

The way that I play, this shit that makes you feel nice

Tonight's that lights

The sparkling lights, the curves that got the nerve right

To change your mind, to reach in and find

A space down inside that is just mine's

And crack that whip, and flash and glitz, and mash and drift and cash out

And claim me a slice

The thinner is the ice, the harder I roll my dice

We watch the stars, to find out how far we got to go to get ours

You on my mind, I put it on the line

Now relax and lemme touch your diamonds

And crack that whip, and flat out wit

And blast that shit, blast that

Heat up the grease

Pull out the 'lacs and the straps and the minks

Heat up thе kinks

Shine out the links and pour out the drinks

Evеr since the ships came

We kicked slick game, make name and staked the claim

And never ever ever tame

And stay way fresher than the oppressor, we call that

Survival

With Style x4

And every time we move, we do it

Straight up

And all the beat we bump is a gun

Straight up

The devil ?? let the party run

Straight up

Instead go get the fun we

Straight up

The street the beat the heat we

Straight up

Everything high come down

Straight up

Stars the head, on the ground

Straight up

Bent down then we push it out

Straight up, up, up

It's the renegade MC

Pump heat off that corner up that nose

Give a shit about your pop charts

Lead to the beat, clowns with your pop chart flows

Got game and secret names and ghetto fame, y'all changing ranks

When I pop off the style & slang and make you change, won't mean a fucking thing

You bought your titles and your write-ups and your showish ho

I got my flirt on in a thousand dollar shirt and told your little bitch to let me know

She smiled, I styled, I'm wild

I live out loud, I'm proud

Black beast, wear yellow sneaks and pink shirts, they stand out in the crowd

When the wind blew, you been too

The changing times and call it shining

I straight went to the top of my mind into a new rhyme nigga that's what a true pimp do

Your rap's a corporation, a soft drink nigga, what can y'all tell us?

This for all the chicks and fellas in the hoods y'alls barrios and favelas

Nah really, what's up with this bullshit that they be tryn'a sell us

What the fuck we look like, corny ass niggas eating jello in a crowd at an open mic?

Hell to the nah, intelligent relevant

Live survivors they wanna hear something elegant

You reheated your beats and rhymes so many time niggas that why I climb hella quick