[Chorus: GRIP]
Livin', livin', livin'
All by myself, eh, hold on
Yeah, livin' by myself and everything a n***a got I had to get it by myself, uh
Livin', livin', livin'
All by myself, eh, hold on
Yeah, yeah, look

[Verse 1: GRIP]
Aunt was cooking crack
Fast forward to n***as out here pushin' pack
For all them days at the store when my told me, "Put it back"
Cuzzo in the hoodie strapped
Quick to pull it out like, "N***a, what the fuck you lookin' at?"
That n***a ignorant, blame it on the pigment
The stick a legitimate– uhm, 5"6'
Fire the bitch off and tear a ligament
This [?] and my thoughts is who I'm living with
I hope they never clasp
The Devil laughs if I turn it on myself and let it blast
So I steer my idеas out of dark places to V12 car races
And chasin' blue Bеnjies with large faces
I play to feel like [?] partakin' a whole lotta heartbreakin'
There's plenty fish in the sea, with me you just shark baitin'
Told you hell would probably freeze over before we start datin'
I can't keep my art waitin'
Kept it a buck from the start of this
The artist that's more into parties and drugs, I'm sorry my love
That's just how I'm–
[Chorus: GRIP & Tate228]
Livin' (Hah), livin' (Yeah), livin'
All by myself, eh, hold on
Yeah, I'm still livin' by myself
And everything I got I had to get it by myself
Livin', livin', livin' all by myself, eh, hold on
I'm still livin' by myself
And everything I got I had to get it by myself

[Verse 2: Tate228]
Hear n***as talkin' 'bout that pressure, but I know they bluffin' (Uh-uh)
I be home alone with that .40, I'm the new Macaulay Culkin (I got it)
I can't seem to sleep, fire my demons down and roll with [?] (Good Lord)
Leanin', but that [?] beamin' gon' be the call this summer (Yeah)
My n***a [?] just hit my line ([?])
He said he 'bout to whip down in a couple thousand [?] (My dawg)
And plus he grab some bottle and he double down (Uh-huh)
Had to get them squares out my circle
Yeah, that's a different crowd (Yeah)
Know way I'll fuck with suckers unless she on her knees with titties out (Come here, baby)
I'm trippin' out, but the [?] was like a crime I had to figure out
Strategize a plan, and that path that took me a different route
Now I'm poppin' [?], peelin' bottles and sippin' 'pagne
Because the real ain't never die, R.I.P to my n***a, man
Quarantine got me feelin' like a baby, ballin' in my crib
Different [?] of brands got me spillin' sauce, I'ma need a bib
This rap shit is independent, but the trap is sponsorship
Spit it how I get it, hopin' that they feel it, don't knock me down
[Chorus: Tate228]
Livin' (It's Tate, n***a, eh), livin', livin'
All by myself, eh, hold on
Yeah, I'm still livin' by myself
And everything I got I had to get it by myself
Livin', livin', livin' all by myself, eh, hold on