Livin’ lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Extendo clips, hallow tips
Make a n*gga fold like a Motorola
I'm fully loaded, swipe a n*gga like a n*gga scrollin'
Picture me rolling like Makaveli, all my lyrics potent
My mind open to whatever God willing to give
Bas bought a Rollie, yet you on the phone talking 'bout kids
Girl I gotta live, I'm claustrophobic, you closing me in
My n*gga what is life? I don't even know where to begin
My mind be at war with itself so I just express with the pen
Some days I submerge myself and drown in the deepest of ends
To rise to thе top and n*ggas tell me I'm sinking again
Like f*ck your opinions, that sh*t don't add to my dividеnds
Above the water with the fins, adapt to change like my last name was Tennyson
I stack my losses in the end them sh*ts add up to wins
n*ggas think I owe them something like we some kind of ken, and even then
n*gga, please, somebody get your man's

[Chorus]
Livin' in a war
I been kickin' down some doors
I been runnin' up the score
Like, "n*gga, who the f*ck gon' stop me?"
Went from being poor
To best dressed at the awards
I been runnin' up the score
Like, "n*gga, who the f*ck gon' stop me?"
Livin' in a war
I been kickin' down some doors
I been runnin' up the score
Like, "n*gga, who the f*ck gon' stop me?"
Went from being poor
To best dressed at the awards
I been runnin' up the score
Like, "n*gga, who the f*ck gon' stop me?"
[Verse 2]
I got a text that read, "Why you so hard to obtain?"
Maybe 'cause I never viewed myself as a tangible thing
Speaking of views, I never expected to be in the frame
More like Damian Wayne, I was going through some major pains
So imagine how my self esteem
Imagine how I felt when Ib told me I was a part of the team
I did every thing I said I would when I was sixteen
'Til this day I still don't know what that means
Am I blessed or did I find a way to write from my pain?
Same n*ggas rootin' for me never supported my dreams
Same n*ggas that was absent when I was finding a lane
Now turned platinum, put respect on my name
Turned platinum, put respect on my

[Chorus]
Livin' in a war
I been kickin' down some doors
I been runnin' up the score
Like, "n*gga, who the f*ck gon' stop me?"
Went from being poor
To best dressed at the awards
I been runnin' up the score
Like, "n*gga, who the f*ck gon' stop me?"
Livin' in a war
I been kickin' down some doors
I been runnin' up the score
Like, "n*gga, who the f*ck gon' stop me?"
Went from being poor
To best dressed at the awards
I been runnin' up the score
Like, "n*gga, who the f*ck gon' stop me?"