Lute
Livin’
[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Extendo clips, hallow tips
Make a n***a fold like a Motorola
I'm fully loaded, swipe a n***a like a n***a scrollin'
Picture me rolling like Makaveli, all my lyrics potent
My mind open to whatever God willing to give
Bas bought a Rollie, yet you on the phone talking 'bout kids
Girl I gotta live, I'm claustrophobic, you closing me in
My n***a what is life? I don't even know where to begin
My mind be at war with itself so I just express with the pen
Some days I submerge myself and drown in the deepest of ends
To rise to thе top and n***as tell me I'm sinking again
Like fuck your opinions, that shit don't add to my dividеnds
Above the water with the fins, adapt to change like my last name was Tennyson
I stack my losses in the end them shits add up to wins
N***as think I owe them something like we some kind of ken, and even then
N***a, please, somebody get your man's

[Chorus]
Livin' in a war
I been kickin' down some doors
I been runnin' up the score
Like, "N***a, who the fuck gon' stop me?"
Went from being poor
To best dressed at the awards
I been runnin' up the score
Like, "N***a, who the fuck gon' stop me?"
Livin' in a war
I been kickin' down some doors
I been runnin' up the score
Like, "N***a, who the fuck gon' stop me?"
Went from being poor
To best dressed at the awards
I been runnin' up the score
Like, "N***a, who the fuck gon' stop me?"
[Verse 2]
I got a text that read, "Why you so hard to obtain?"
Maybe 'cause I never viewed myself as a tangible thing
Speaking of views, I never expected to be in the frame
More like Damian Wayne, I was going through some major pains
So imagine how my self esteem
Imagine how I felt when Ib told me I was a part of the team
I did every thing I said I would when I was sixteen
'Til this day I still don't know what that means
Am I blessed or did I find a way to write from my pain?
Same n***as rootin' for me never supported my dreams
Same n***as that was absent when I was finding a lane
Now turned platinum, put respect on my name
Turned platinum, put respect on my

[Chorus]
Livin' in a war
I been kickin' down some doors
I been runnin' up the score
Like, "N***a, who the fuck gon' stop me?"
Went from being poor
To best dressed at the awards
I been runnin' up the score
Like, "N***a, who the fuck gon' stop me?"
Livin' in a war
I been kickin' down some doors
I been runnin' up the score
Like, "N***a, who the fuck gon' stop me?"
Went from being poor
To best dressed at the awards
I been runnin' up the score
Like, "N***a, who the fuck gon' stop me?"