Livin' life like minute by minute Strong arm cynic I pop eyes sans that spinach Forearms big no tats bout business Feelin' grown when I sip a gla** of that Glenfiddich Pronounce it right like an announcer might Avoid missteps like a f**in' towson fight Cuz those cops like to lock you up and lose keys Cipher in the cell police like who's he I am - a lot less than what I strive for Life stalled - but I got a lot to ride for I know what truthfully holds the key To my drive but my ride is rolling on e And I don't feel a need to even fill my tank up Life lookin bleek but I still say thank ya' Cuz' all we got now is that f**in' moment Can't wait for great and you will not blow this We live [Chorus:] One day to the next day No light living life in an arcade Stop playing those games save that change What you need a joystick for you are Pac Mayne Runnin' circles, jumpin' hurdles Playin' what you live but the real milk curdles And that sh** stinks, so stop drinkin' it Can't you feel the lumps come on homey think a bit And I ain't with the frontin' I'm tip-top hip-hop and I'm on to something Tip of the chapeux to all those who know What's really good with the music In the veins it flows And for me, it's more cuz' when it rains it snows Overcast like a cloudy day is my prose Like the weatherman couldn't predict this Vernacular spectacular peep that diction - yeah so just peep that scripture No bible, but I will, seek that wisdom Humbled by real life, fumblin' to feel right Gettin' hammered till I'm buried like a f**in' steel spike Weak reference, but keep guessin' Next time around no room for any questions No press conference and no interviews Keep my head above water sans boat or inner tube like We live [Chorus] Top- ON, I don't have a convert I got a car that works and that's my word Point a to b I might converse Shoelace express your best is still my worst I'm not caked up, at least not yet But I plan on baking better than the top chef Cuz' I'll beat the best, no teacher's pet I leven dough like a yeast infect No ma**engill needed I couldn't never be douchey Omnipresent everywhere stan tucci Touché, parlez vous mon genre- Hip-hop is good, live, breath it eat it all day Eat, pray, love f** it I'mma stay good Put my people on a little like che would But no marxist still shop at target My revolution's quiet not silent like your farts is [Chorus]