Ab-Soul, Rapper Big Pooh - Livin’ Like lyrics

Uh, Soul Brother number rapper! ha
What's good big homie
You know I got that flava
Good Evening Ladies & Gentleman
This evening takes great pride in presenting

Uh, Soul brother number 2
Here to take number 2 on any number 2
That's who's ever after me
Don't get my spot confused
Like a gang of dalmatians in the same room
I never sleep you snooze, you lose
I'm on a consecutive leap
Slick wit it, sippin' a 40, No WD
Splendid, ended my name on your brain
Like a paragraphs first sentence (mane)
Please see the passion in this young man
Burn this bitch down even if I got one fan
Like, you hear this, you ears will sun tan
I'm an army tank, you're just one man
And niggas talkin' bout they label offers
Knowin' damn well them labels off ya
You know you got it all wrong
When you start equating your success
With Drake and Trey Songz soul

Where you need to be? Where you need to go?
What you need to see,? lemme know
(Baby I can show youshow you)
We only got one life live it to the T
But, take it from me
(Don't let time control youtrol' you)

Whatchu livin' like? Whatchu livin' like?
Whatchu livin' like? Whatchu livin' like?
I'm livin' like i'm livin' like
I'm livin' like i'm livin' like

I say I'm livin' like the
World can't hold me mama can't scold me
Like a lawn chair niggas fold me
Flow sounding moldy & dated
Rap game I hate it
But at the same time I'm in love deeply
I'm in love indiscreetly
Stop looking for them neat raps
Go ahead get ya wet naps
Chicago poetic justice with my wave cap
I know some people mad at me
Cause I ain't wave back
Double Impact No Jean Claude
Niggas got stories but most of them fraud
We are all flawwed
Only difference is I display mine
If I say your music whack
That's a hate crime
You can debate I'm better than the next one
Each fan text one, I could a have million
Me and Ab building, Me and Ab killing
I wish you would fight the feeling

Whatchu livin' like? Whatchu livin' like?
Whatchu livin' like? Whatchu livin' like?
I'm livin' like i'm livin' like
I'm livin' like i'm livin' like

King of my stomping ground
I don't fuck around
Like a Tupperware top I shut shit down
I wear the underwear here
It's best you know now
When Queers interfere I can feel
It in the air they ain't gotta make a sound
Ain't shit sweet
But the swisher full of weed where
My thumb and my index meet
You don't quite cut the criteria
We keep trees on us like LRG, Cause
Mass hysteria walkin' across the street
Cause they never seen a nigga so concrete
And You can understand that right?
You look a little dumbfounded
Believe whatever you looking for
I done found it i can show you the real and
I can tell you the grind
But even T-Pain get this shit overnight
And If, nothing else remember this
The smartest man in the world
Know we don't know shit

Tommy Black, Wassup tommy Black, Wassup
Soul Brother Number