Derrick Lamar - Live Poet Lyrics

Chase paper not later
Get it pronto
Doing everything for the green
Like Rondo
The best spitter you hearing
But I ain't signed tho
Riding around wit a fine hoe
Not a blonde no
She a freak
Not the one my mom chose
Dynamite esophagus
She got bomb throat
But I'm reclined tho
Wearing blind folds
I can't see you haters
Not on my mind, no
I'm just striving for the better in life
Tryina kill em in the game
Like giving Metta a knife
Not after world peace
Just piece of mind
Might put a hole in ya fleece
With this peace of mine
You in the way of my cheese
On this pizza grind
Tryina get a piece of change
Off a decent rhyme
You niggas think I'm lying
But I'm like a lion
Hoping that my rhymes
Will blow like mines
I'm tryina see it everyday
I gotta strive for it
And if it ever came to it I'd die for it
Cuz I'm a live poet
I'm on my job know it
I'm hoping that I get it
Like applied for it
I'm tryina see it everyday I gotta strive for it
And if it ever came to it I'd die for it
Cuz I'm a live poet
I'm on my job, know it
I'm hoping that I get it
Like I applied for it
I like my fiends like my Hennessy
That's on the rocks
It's fundamental like a Tim Duncan On the block
I'm a provider homie
And a survivor lonely
Got Only got me in this battle for life
I'm tired of phonies
My circle tighter than a cookie on a virgin dike
Cuz I don't f*ck wit a lotta niggas that's word to life
Shit is real when broke but still murder mics
And everybody like your sound plus you know you're nice
But you still watch wack niggas eat
And Dream about shows
Fans packed in the seats
But it's so far away, but yet so close
So I go hard in the paint
Like the low post
And just hope that my hard work pays off
No Ferris No Bueller No days off
Sweating hard while I'm tryina get these plays off
No Ferris No Bueller No days off
I'm tryina see it everyday
I gotta strive for it
And if it ever came to it I'd die for it
Cuz I'm a live poet
I'm on my job know it
I'm hoping that I get it
Like applied for it
I'm tryina see it everyday I gotta strive for it
And if it ever came to it I'd die for it
Cuz I'm a live poet
I'm on my job, know it
I'm hoping that I get it
Like I applied for it
My shits hot call it diarrhea
My diary'll burn the eyes
Of the hottest readers
Yea
You ain't f*ckin wit my catalogue
You niggas tryina play tuff
But ain't bad at all, yea
The point guard make em point God
No bullshitting get to the point
I ball out in each statistical category
When looking at my resume
It's something like that of Horry'sI won rings every place I've been
And throw away the damn receipt at every place I spend
Cuz
I don't regret shit
Or the path I took
The water's ran so the bath I took
No back tracking,
Nigga I'm back stacking
And staying clear of you F*ck niggas That's back stabbing
Most of you cats rappin'
But I spit from the heart
Cause I'm a real artist
Every since the start
I'm tryina see it everyday
I gotta strive for it
And if it ever came to it I'd die for it
Cuz I'm a live poet
I'm on my job know it
I know that Ima get it
Cuz I'm a live poet
I'm tryina see it everyday I gotta strive for it
And if it ever came to it I'd die for it
Cuz I'm a live poet
I'm on my job, know it
I know that Ima get it
Cuz I'm a live poet