Livin' Life - Lute, High I’m Ry

Got the world on my shoulder, plus the weight of my daughter

Then lookin' after my father, who was hardly ever sober

My baby mama be trippin'

Mama tell me just listen, but mama I’m on a mission

And I cannot wait no longer for niggas to realize, things I set aside

The time is now nigga or never at all

No time for plan Bs to cushion my fall

No time for plan B to cushion my fall

I’m just livin' life right now

And I’ll be back for you if I need to

I’m just livin' life right now

Some days I gotta' breathe too

They underestimate your boy 'cause I’m a daddy now

But understand I’m not that same nigga that you ask about

Yeah, I gained respect before followers

Hung with real niggas, watch a real nigga follow up

Crabs in the barrels so my barrel shootin' hollow tips

Tired of swingin' fists with niggas who don’t want shit for themselves

Half my niggas either dead or in jail

And I ain’t got the money for your bail

Barely got enough to pay the bills

When most niggas barely got enough to keep it real

'Cause life ain’t all about what you obtain, it’s what you give

Somedays you gotta let the sun reflect up off the steel

Show these niggas what it is

'Cause the hood love you when you got the most ice on

But never let them catch you flexin' at the Exxon

'Cause every nigga that the hood praise got a X

On or on a tee shirt, like God always take the best ones

And I know you seem lost sometimes

You gotta crawl before you walk sometimes

The world is yours, let your third eye shine

You gotta show 'em what you are sometimes

I’m just livin' life right now

And I’ll be back for you if I need to

I’m just livin' life right now

Some days I gotta' breathe too

I’m just livin' life right now

And I’ll be back

12 pull up, paranoia in your cornea

If you crackin' under pressure, get up off the corner, bruh

No time for shook ones, crooks by the books son

No handouts so a nigga might have took somethin'

Mama beat my ass for it, she single and she doing her best

So when I hear the beat, I spaz for the check

Lick shots off, let 'em know that Ry got next

Pass with flying colors, but ain’t study for the test

College dropout, but I school niggas 'cause my mind quicker

I’m Magic in his prime, find another sicker

«Ahhh.

My boy, Lute.

What up, baby?

Yo, this your manager, pardon my yo- your

old man, your old man.

Listen, listen.

I’m at this raggedy motherfucka right

now, ‘bout to fuckin' quit nigga.

I heard about the deal, smullcounty

Dreamville, son.

Ohh shit, it’s lit, nigga.

That’s what y’all be sayin',

„It's lit“, right?

It’s lit, it’s lit as fuck.

Yo, I’m at this raggedy

motherfucka.

Hold on, man.

Fuck these niggas, man, I’m quitin'.

I’m goin' on

the road with you.

I told you.

I got them bars.

I got them hooks.

Hold on, hold on.

Hey Ethan, fuck you, bro.

Fuck you, too, Todd.

And fuck you Samantha with them thin-ass lips, you fuckin' bitch.

Fuck corporate.

Fuck you, crackers.

I’m out this bitch.

I’m goin' on tour.

I’m still slummin' while I’m chasing life I got my bag and I’m ready to go.

Um I just- you know just letting you know, where I need to meet you at?

I’m on my way.

I got my little shit- I’m ready to go.

I don' quit.

just like you, I’m runnin' with you, nigga.

We on, we on, nigga.

We active, nigga.

Ahhh I’m still Queen City Slummin', nigga.

Let’s go.

Two steps back just to get it right»