Progress, Ea$y Money, Reks, Slaine, Termanology - Livewires lyrics

Do anything at any given time
A livewire, you need niggas like that around

I’m back on my Nick Cage
And leaving lies faggot ways
A 5th of Irish whiskey, hooka'
With the heart of gold and a bag of haze
Fuck swag
Slainy got her staggin' on the aggravate
Attitude when executed
If I don’t leave this faggots
Ain't apparently
I prove too much of force to be held
Won the war but it unfortunately
Cost me as well
If I’m buying them I’m buying
Don’t force me to sell
I maim in the name of heaven
Till I’m scorching in hell
My life is lived amongst the chosen
My gifts I possessed
But, I’m mischief obsessed, stuck with
All the sick shit, i guess
Years ago I had a death wish with a pistol
Depressed
And I ain’t have nothing but trust me
I done risked it for less
Now my story is told
As urban legend of those
Who live in the cold
Cocaine drips in they nose
And I s'pose I have rose
Above most of my foes look me in the eyes
It’s like being close to a ghost

I keep shit gutter
I don’t be doing them dances
My flow similar to front doors
Put you in trances
Raised on 90’s rap, so whenever I per-form
You hear hip hop in it's pure form
2-3 defense, I am in the zone
Even when I am one deep, I am not alone
What that there means? I’m
Riding with the chrome my dogs co signed
Like I’m applyin' for a loan
Still mad cats from the same
Hood I represent me
You think they would represent me
But, I took a pound
Couple rounds lay them suckers down
Never stuck my dick in the circle, nah
I don’t fuck around
Lift skirts like a female thief
On these internet gangsters who email beef
You dying to get some of these figures
Too much bread
You never calculate the sum of these figures

Time is up, my time is now
Seen the, wanna be thugs
The all day dreamers
Niggas get beat up, in 1-9-2 when we meet up
Hostage the leader, while we roll the weed up
Niggas never earn stripes like Adidas
I rep my block, give a fuck who don’t need us
12 cribs holding heaters
Millimeters will put your feet up
Like passing through with the vacuum cleaner
I’ma brew street warrior, that’s my damn team
Professional shooters with good aim no beam
Always on the scene, spittin' more than 16
While niggas at home tryina
Keep they sneaks clean
Niggas act tough but they scared inside
Ship up off, you be the first one to testify
Supposed to be real
The fuck happened to your pride?
Claiming that you ride, when
You scared nigga, petrified

Ain’t no struggle with that Progress
God bless these bars I orchestrate
While y’all rest
Uses Termanology to leave 'em Slain honest
Money wasn’t easy
My family get Nicky from breast
Pest control slept with rats and roach
Home infested
Got with a slick click quick wit
Chose to throw a message poems, epics
To know to show the homies exit's
It’s ain’t just trap or die
Rap is my magnify-ing glass
At last, I see it’s bigger than my add
Deeper than death
From out the speaker let, my voice, livewire
Electrify the set
Good choice of the poorist populated
If I in the bar players press play and zoom
Let the rhythm consume and take ya
Where outta space is loom haters
No room I gave ya
I write these bars like I’m
Still in the bottom rotting
Niggas relate, A alikes, can’t be forgotten

A true live wire, inspired by my society
Driving through the city
Police checks sobriety
My EBT card, my form of ID
Cook like George Foreman, perform like Ali
L-IV-E, wire to the wire tap
Marijuana medicine
Fire water, dime-a tap, yeah I made this beat
But, you won’t see a dime of that
I’m stacking up my cream and
I ain’t even tryina rap
I’m tryina act, make beats, direct videos
Run a rap label and stay hood political
Live like the third rail, chemo ill
Kill em all, cause dead man sing no tales
If you got a big gun but
You ain’t down to shoot it
Just find you a live wire
The block’s always recruiting
I’m stupid with getting loose
Shooters stay in my crew
Cause Lucifer's in my roots
Bring death to y’all too