Live & Learn

By ImDontai

On Early Stages

Released on September 1, 2016

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[Chorus]

Live and learn (live and let...)

Live and learn (live and let...)

Live and learn (live and let...)

Live and learn (live and let...)

Live and learn (live and let...)

Live and learn (live and let...)

Live and learn (live and let...)

Live and learn (live and let...)


[Verse 1]

Rock the game like I rock the mic

I rock the [?] for actin' nice, and snatch his ice

She want the pipe, she ride it right

Like every night, she say my name like Walter White (yeah)

Same guy, same silly little rascal ain't shit

Flip, with the switch of a tassel

Dope beat, don't mind if I wreck it

Pen go Tekken, gettin' hyped in the second unit

Yo, the bass go boom like it's passionate

My accurate, like the math in calculus

My pen slam to the sheet like wrestling

That's 1, 2, 3, I'm the main event

I got the heart of a lion in Africa

Twenty niggas wanna run up, better back up, bruh

Blank stare when I stun the man

Don't care, only green is the thing I'm seein'

Got a nigga too live, boutta break some shit

Yo, don't leave me in the studio with instruments

Hear a snap like a ligament, not when I'm kickin' it

Doin' donuts in the chair that I'm sittin' in

Roadies, just a few homies, all these niggas phony

If they ain't show me, yeah, nigga quote me

I don't need a brodie, used to be a lonely, fuck a [?] only


[Chorus]

Live and learn (live and let...)

Live and learn (live and let...)

Live and learn (live and let...)

Live and learn (live and let...)

Live and learn (live and let...)

Live and learn (live and let...)

Live and learn (live and let...)

Live and learn (live and let...)


[Verse 2]

High off my ass on the grass after class

Glasses so foggy, I swear it was fast

Laughin' at the slightest little thing

Swear Tweety Bird was on my shoulder, he would sing

"Yeah, I was trippin', hella puttin' blunts in my lip and sippin'

Alcohol, not at all, trippin' balls, off the wall

Like Vans try to stand and I would fall

Niggas dip like the flip on a peddle

Guess I wasn't poppin' like the heat on a kettle

Bustin' on the metal, to my group of friends

I was never at the court they was hoopin' in

My laptop became my crack rock

I would not stop, [?] flocks up, all night 'til my eyes rot

[?], question: what you up to?

Stressin', pressin' buttons 'til my pleasures came true

And I did it, all by my own, son

Friends tried to open up my doors, I'm like "close 'em"

Fake niggas ain't nothin' to me

And delete ain't nothin' but a button to me

I ain't better than he

So fuck opposition

I'ma shine when I'm finished like the dishes in the kitchen

Better watch where you missin'

Go hawk when I'm rippin'

Ain't steady, never missing

One controller for my system


[Outro]

Only one controller for my system (haaaaaaa; Live and let...)

Only one controller for my system (haaaaaaa)

Live and let die

Live and let die