H.N.I.C. - Liven***aRap lyrics

[Intro] 17 More Minutes, n***a I'ma set it off for y'all (x3) [Verse 1] Living like a n***a waiting for his heart to pop Came up on [?] blocks (Sack) When n***as grabbed the habit of bagging up Like h**n and sh** was hard to drop Rappers sounding like the toilet, stop, yo sh** not flowing Pot blowing while I stop growing Attain the knowledge by abandon college Displaying violence just to gain a comma Them shells is copper and gon' hop up out that seven And go tell 'em when the deed done, spark the weed Sunshine had made the summers cold Losing n***as to the system, feed a number of addictions Contradicting what you kicking, got these b**hes soul Like James Bond, know the vision gold Solid, mission accomplish until I'm a corpse Catch a charge and then I'm high in court Looking for the real, n***a, you found the source In my mind it made me wonder, am I found or lost Still anti-social, tryna figure what a Island Cost [Hook] To all my n***as in the back n***a Burning backwoods busting down a pack RIP to all my n***as who got clapped That's why we run around with the straps Live n***a rap To all my n***as getting bands Run around in the hood with them grams All my n***as down to catch a body for they mans Tell 'em we living off the land Live n***a rap [Verse 2] I feel like I'm the last n***a with my last name who ain't lost it Eldridge cleaver with a heater and a deeper love for reefer I'm just looking for the change And like looking at the cartridge and seeing another name My n***a this not your game I'm first to take control just like it's my grip And I'm getting blasted off that Tech just like it's Talib Kweli, tested well before it's cut and sold Medication mother load, getting fel**tio in bungalows Ten hits of lucy out in the Sahara, on my mojo sh** Risen to the occasion just like a pogo stick Swear to god my everyday could be in slow-mo, b**h Risen to the occasion just like a pogo stick Swear to god my everyday could be in...yeah so [Hook] To all my n***as in the back n***a Burning backwoods busting down a pack RIP to all my n***as who got clapped That's why we run around with the straps Live n***a rap To all my n***as getting bands Run around in the hood with them grams All my n***as down to catch a body for they mans Tell 'em we living off the land Live n***a rap