(INCOMPLETE LYRICS)
[Background vocals]
If you wanna be a lawyer or just lay around all day
Don’t be jealous of the fellas who want to go all the way
After all you’re only sellin' nobody but yourself
In the end ya gotta answer to yourself and no one else
[Verse 1]
I hope y'all cooperate so I can operate
You wanna reach the top, you've gotta concentrate
First somethin' wasn't right, I couldn't put my finger on it
Til' I put my foot on it and I stomped that hate
Put a stop to it, got to it, with hot music
For the [...] black Chevy's and cop Buicks
Product of my environment, used to be a doughboy for real
So now this is in my retirement
Beats like, still trying to eat right
Don't need much, we'all gotta eat right
I'm poppin for my progression and focused on my profession
Because of all of this stressin' it's hard to sleep nice
So I stayed up still gettin' my weight up
Doin' light shots of liquor straight up
We go chase it, I've got a dream chase this
I don't chase chicks cause I'd rather chase chips
I don't dig that, kick raps and kick back, seven packs get frapped
Their weight on the kickback
That means I get scratch like a DJ does
And I need a 100%, no leeway cuz
I'm on the one-on-one bit that's a freeway buzz
They wanna pull me out the car like CJ does
No San Andreas, with a band of playas
Throw up bands in Vegas, I'm the man I'm sayin', uh
[Hook]
Doin' work from the AM to the PM
I'm tryna live, call it Carpe Diem
Gettin' right all nice stackin' dollas to the ceilin'
Uh, call it Carpe Diem
Lil' kids say when they grow up they want to be 'em
When they see 'em holla Carpe Diem
When we pull up to the scene, all the whips European
Live niggas call it Carpe Diem
[Background vocals]
If you wanna be a lawyer or just lay around all day
Don’t be jealous of the fellas who want to go all the way
After all you’re only sellin' nobody but yourself
In the end ya gotta answer to yourself and no one else
[Bridge]
What you tryna do, what you tryna move
What you tryna prove, uh (x4)
Cause the choice is yours, baby girl
The choice is yours
I said baby girl the choice is yours, baby girl
The choice is yours
(House party off the chain, shoutouts to all my fame)
[Verse 2]
Uh, I’m a local nigga, getting global figures
Gettin' paid all around for these vocals nigga
Whether Logic, Cubase, Fruity Loops, Reason
Garageband, or Pro Tools nigga
Any platform, bet fans gon' clap for him
As I dance on the beat in J's, no platforms
Ha, now let my love adorn ya
All my New York girls lemme Californ-ya
Put you on the Bel Air? let my niggas perform too
Feels right when I kill mics I was born to
Sniping up your city like Jason Bourne do
My street team mean, what the fuck are you gon' do
Hangin' up posters, gettin' more close
To a dream that I had since I was a little girl
For my [brethren?]
Guns out on me, head spinnin
[?] fuck boys who/imma blend in
With these [?]
Got killers to pop for me
Like convertibles
Now I'm up in the studio with Long Beach City Kids
Showin' ya'll how north side really is
Young and shootin' at the cops tryin' kill a pig
I'm like the young Tom Hanks tryin' do it big
Uh, I'm at the fountain
Blew my freind's Mountain Dew
I'm really countin' too
Now they mad its the [?]
Payin' me, cuz I'm just tryin' L-I-B
With an "E", at the end, give an "E" to a friend
While I speed in the Benz, with some G's I can spend, uh
[Hook]
Doin' work from the AM to the PM
I'm tryna live, call it Carpe Diem
Get right all nice stackin' dollas to the ceilin'
Uh, call it Carpe Diem
Lil' kids say when they grow up they want to be 'em
When they see 'em holla Carpe Diem
When we pull up to the scene, all the whips European
Live niggas call it Carpe Diem
[Background vocals]
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