Drive It Like It's Stolen Lyrics
Celebrate living your life
I'm busy living my life, I'm busy living my life.
I'm fucking busy living my life.
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Driving in this rib, 180 rage, I'm laping all these rappers, so I know they gonna hate.
I used to have friends, now they're all becoming snakes, and I'm defeating the lute like I'm Alexander the Great.
So you should think twice before you temper with my fame,
The truth is in the eyes, the answer's in my face.
Have a sister load, come and gave a nigger grace,
Should I feel the void in rapping, I ain't leave an empty space.
Full for your soul, peace to your mind,
Damn, I'm feeling old, I'm too deep for my time.
The end is getting near, my speech is like the siren
I come x with the riffle as I'm peaking through the blinds.
Sick of old rappers, they should kick a bucket,
‘cause I'm the god God suspect girls fall in love with.
I was never meant to have a cute little grin,
Even Russel couldn't explain my beautiful mind.
So put your damn hands and ride away
Celebrate living your life.
‘cause you can lose it any day
Coming from the hood I know that's right.
Just tell ‘em fucking haters when they come around
That I'm busy living my life, I'm busy living my life
I'm fucking busy living my life.
Put your hands in the skies, say “hell, yeah!”
If you're feeling my vibe put your hands in the skies, say “oh, yeah!”
You're feeling my stack, you're feeling my flow,
Girl from west, she high, she ready to go.
This rap game I own it, but I drive it like I stole it
Truthfully, a lot of rappers start to sound like Yonas.
Had a dream Eminem told me murder all my opponents,
Keep fighting ‘till I collapse and always sing for the moment.
Party animal, hunting ‘till I'm the fullest
Catch me on the campus, shotgun, I saw the bullets
But also when the trunk is shot the gun is serving bullets
So haters better chill before I'm humping out the bullet.
Fighting with the demons and winning, so why you're righteous?
You're crewing up the likers, the doubts is fucking up cifres
It's not mc millan, this is that much Ellen
This is R A P hipsters, I'm a backpack killer.
They now say I'm wanting the realest I'm ever done it,
They must be reading my future, ‘cause, homie, I just regun it
And if they're starting to enter, they breathe without a scheme
And I say I'm happy, what a hell of a beginning.
So put your damn hands and ride away
Celebrate living your life.
‘cause you can lose it any day
Coming from the hood I know that's right.
Just tell ‘em fucking haters when they come around
That I'm busy living my life, I'm busy living my life
I'm fucking busy living my life.