Jean Grae - Live Up lyrics

Fuck y’all motherfuckers, fuck your fame
Fuck your team of niggas, fuck your name
I could crush y’all cold, ice, diamonds
Profane prolific i’m Cobain but living
I’m "Don’t Explain" Billie
Holiday’s spirit, you feel it in your veins
Heroin addict conceal it like the pain
I revisit every time
I do a line, more rhymes for nothing
(So what’s, My time for?) Writing off? I
Endorse nothing but me
Shit, no product but free speech, prophetical
Sleestak, nobody can reach me go tweet that
Greasy i’m the preacher of freedom rap
Just freedom from being wack, no Perry
Madea crack go ‘head if you
Feeling that i know you gon’ give
Me flack for it "She
Wacky, black we, as a people
Should stand for it"
Surprise, nigga i’ll open your
Eyes bigger no, not for them thighs
I have been destined to rise
Higher than all this

We came too far to give up
So now we just got to live up
I live high, forget lows
And I fly, and I grow
See, we so high when we get down
And once you fly, can’t forget how
I live high, forget lows
And I fly, and I grow, keep it moving, man

Outcast, misfit, the chick don’t fit
Outlast your quick shit
Cliques, hit's, boasts, beefs
Wrists, ‘fros, the gold teeth
Trend brought back
The shitloads of switched dress
Codes damn jeans "Damn, jean
You still rap? You’re still
A fucking thorn sticking
Yourself into more war? For what?"
I’m so happy that you asked!
(Applause) To crack jaws
To black eyes, to change mind, to crack joke
To chastise
To toast drinks, to expose, to promote
Think! To post links, to face foes
To erase foes
To face those who ain’t know, to chase
Free caseloads with other free caseloads
But never
To catch a case though old-school queso
Not to get poked on Facebook or fame, no
Just kidding this is for the same dough
Same lane-playing, same ball, same park
Same glow

We came too far to give up
So now we just got to live up
I live high, forget lows
And I fly, and I grow
See, we so high when we get down
And once you fly, can’t forget how
I live high, forget lows
And I fly, and I grow, keep it moving, man

You gon’ have to let me in at some point eh
You probably don’t
‘Cept at gunpoint, and if I said I had a gun
It’d be a cliché, plus it’d be a gun
Plus be in your face
Welcome to my purgatory
The urgent story in a
Perpetual state, ignoring if you can imagine
The things it burdens on me
You can just imagine
The hurt I’ve learned ignoring my
Person is the person
In the verses’ stories vs the
Person in the first-person stories
Vs the person to disperse the stories
No diversity that’s worth exploring
Not commercially
Personal boredom can lead to shit that
Makes it worser for ‘em
I welcome it ‘cause Hell’s a flaming bitch
I’m working for him
It’s queer you gonna shaft or
Pack her in the rafters
This year? Or tag her "backpacker
Stack" and slap her rear?
Whatever i’m irrational, passionate
Clear, living in a moment you
Never will come near

We came too far to give up
So now we just got to live up
I live high, forget lows
And I fly, and I grow
See, we so high when we get down
And once you fly, can’t forget how
I live high, forget lows
And I fly, and I grow, keep it moving, man