Live Better - Intellectual

[Produced by Marcus D]

[Intro: Saigon]

They say I'm a big deal. You know? They say, "Saigon, man, that guy talks a lot. But he makes a lot of sense." Haha. Like, I'm like a genius or some shit. Wassup? Thank you. Check it

[Verse 1: Saigon]

Before I begin, stop all the who, what, where, why, and when

Yes, I am him

S to the AI, G to the ON

And yes, it'd be c'est la vie if I throw ten

Spittin' my second nature, lyrical legislator

Rapper slash educator, smack the mess out of a hater

A nigga frontin'—his ass'll go on a respirator

I was taught to shoot first, save all the questions for later

And I been workin' on my temper since this past September

I ain't beat a nigga ass since last winter

What we having for dinner? My stomach is growling

I'm hearin' other stomachs growlin', so someone is prowlin'

Chance of me getting got is like one in a hundred-thousand

I'm letting off as many shots as my gun is allowin'

I'm ploo-ploo-ploo-ploo-plowin', wilin'

Yellin', "Niggas never take me alive," and that's word to my Aunt Natalie

I'm mentally challenged, chemically imbalanced, addicted to violence

Haha (smooth). Keep up!

[Hook]

But ooh, I just wanna live better, live better

Oooh hooo hooo, I just wanna live better, live better

When they ask me what I'm tryna do

I just wanna live better, live better

Ain't nothing else to do, so we just tryna live better, live better

[Verse 2: Choklate]

Flipped the smooth, dipped up out the chaos for a minute

Slick with it to sneak off, rejuvenate, and replenish

Laid around in lush, engaged in minimal minutia

Let my soul breathe away from city smog and fogged up

The window with good tree whilst romping amidst trees

Arms wide, breathin' in, fresh, hands handlebar-free

Biking and hiking—even city gal gone in glee

Blissful for a minute, blowing bubbles, follow me!

Used to be the one all hot-headed, bothered, and novice

Slowly learnin' to spend currency called time on knowledge

Burned a bridge and mend it—sometimes ain't nothing can solve it

Inner homework on deck—I can truly heal and balm it

Givin' knuckles and mediocre carbon copies a break

If you knew the old me, promise you'd be better behaved

But I'm just chillin', spreading love and light and things