Live Poet Lyrics

Chase paper not later

Get it pronto

Doing everything for the green

Like Rondo

The best spitter you hearing

But I ain't signed tho

Riding around wit a fine hoe

Not a blonde no

She a freak

Not the one my mom chose

Dynamite esophagus

She got bomb throat

But I’m reclined tho

Wearing blind folds

I can't see you haters

Not on my mind, no

I'm just striving for the better in life

Tryina kill em in the game

Like giving Metta a knife

Not after world peace

Just piece of mind

Might put a hole in ya fleece

With this peace of mine

You in the way of my cheese

On this pizza grind

Tryina get a piece of change

Off a decent rhyme

You niggas think I'm lying

But I'm like a lion

Hoping that my rhymes

Will blow like mines

I'm tryina see it everyday

I gotta strive for it

And if it ever came to it I'd die for it

Cuz I'm a live poet

I'm on my job know it

I’m hoping that I get it

like applied for it

I'm tryina see it everyday I gotta strive for it

And if it ever came to it I'd die for it

Cuz I'm a live poet

I’m on my job, know it

I‘m hoping that I get it

Like I applied for it

I like my fiends like my Hennessy

That’s on the rocks

It's fundamental like a Tim Duncan On the block

I'm a provider homie

And a survivor lonely

Got Only got me in this battle for life

I'm tired of phonies

My circle tighter than a cookie on a virgin dike

Cuz I don't fuck wit a lotta niggas that's word to life

Shit is real when broke but still murder mics

And everybody like your sound plus you know you're nice

But you still watch wack niggas eat

And Dream about shows

Fans packed in the seats

But it's so far away, but yet so close

So I go hard in the paint

Like the low post

And just hope that my hard work pays off

No Ferris No Bueller No days off

Sweating hard while I'm tryina get these plays off

No Ferris No Bueller No days off

I'm tryina see it everyday

I gotta strive for it

And if it ever came to it I'd die for it

Cuz I'm a live poet

I'm on my job know it

I’m hoping that I get it

Like applied for it

I'm tryina see it everyday I gotta strive for it

And if it ever came to it I'd die for it

Cuz I'm a live poet

I’m on my job, know it

I‘m hoping that I get it

Like I applied for it

My shits hot call it diarrhea

My diary’ll burn the eyes

Of the hottest readers

Yea

You ain't fuckin wit my catalogue

You niggas tryina play tuff

But ain't bad at all, yea

The point guard make em point God

No bullshitting get to the point

I ball out in each statistical category

When looking at my resume

It's something like that of Horry'sI won rings every place I've been

And throw away the damn receipt at every place I spend

Cuz

I don't regret shit

Or the path I took

The water's ran so the bath I took

No back tracking,

Nigga I'm back stacking

And staying clear of you Fuck niggas That's back stabbing

Most of you cats rappin'

But I spit from the heart

Cause I’m a real artist

Every since the start

I'm tryina see it everyday

I gotta strive for it

And if it ever came to it I'd die for it

Cuz I'm a live poet

I'm on my job know it

I know that Ima get it

Cuz I’m a live poet

I'm tryina see it everyday I gotta strive for it

And if it ever came to it I'd die for it

Cuz I’m a live poet

I’m on my job, know it

I know that Ima get it

Cuz I’m a live poet