Im Livin by Mr. Fritz Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Mitchell and Ness cover my fade, it’s such a shame/
When discussing real niggas, best say my fucking name/
Fucked up the game, my rhymes is hella karma sutra/
Catch me riding round town rocking the flyest supras/
Passenger looking like Avril Lavigne/
Closet got 23s, 1 through 13/
And all the colorways you could imagine, either trapping or rapping/
I’m a get it and I be laughing/
I'm a casual stunna, never a fronta check my past if you wanna/
These niggas lame, like a bike to a hummer/
Need a lotta ends to gas me up, a flashy fuck/
Been putting in the work since I had ashy knucks/
...And I still hunger, staring from the top I still wanna/
Reach for higher planes/
And have my clique rocking the flyest chains/
My life’s insane, Nascar living you couldn’t try my lane/
Like Damon Wayons I bring major pain/
(Chorus)
I’m Livin, ugh…I’m Livin, ugh...
I’m Livin, ugh…I’m Livin
When you got a dollar and a dream/
And you riding with ya team/
Success might be closer than it seems/
I’m Livin, ugh…I’m Livin, ugh...
I’m Livin, ugh…I’m Livin
Can’t nobody tell you bout a thing/
Ain’t coming in between/
You and ya peoples getting that cream/
(Verse 2)
Henny and Coke is my preference/
Having the baddest bitches kiss the ring cause I’m respected/
Claiming my past is checkered so a nigga made chess moves/
And all my niggas rooks, they “c” you fronting they’ll X you/
My lingo so complex and I deserve a single in complex/
Not just an innuendo just thinking my shit’s suspenseful/
I’m leaving haters frustrated like they was friendzoned/
While all my bars like I’m celebrating in the endzone/
Pipedream coming up for all y’all pricks/
I’ll put my team on my back like Marshawn Lynch/
And you could hold my dick if you gon doubt it/
Groupies swing dat ass, Master P a nigga bout it/
Was never one to hold my tongue and I’m established so my homies get to hold my gun/
And you know dat son!/
Mr. Fritz treating beats like they owe something/
And no frontin in my team/
Can’t hate the movement or deny the dream/
(Chorus)
I’m Livin, ugh…I’m Livin, ugh...
I’m Livin, ugh…I’m Livin
When you got a dollar and a dream/
And you riding with ya team/
Success might be closer than it seems/
I’m Livin, ugh…I’m Livin, ugh...
I’m Livin, ugh…I’m Livin
Can’t nobody tell you bout a thing/
Ain’t coming in between/
You and ya peoples getting that cream/
Mitchell and Ness cover my fade, it’s such a shame/
When discussing real niggas, best say my fucking name/
Fucked up the game, my rhymes is hella karma sutra/
Catch me riding round town rocking the flyest supras/
Passenger looking like Avril Lavigne/
Closet got 23s, 1 through 13/
And all the colorways you could imagine, either trapping or rapping/
I’m a get it and I be laughing/
I'm a casual stunna, never a fronta check my past if you wanna/
These niggas lame, like a bike to a hummer/
Need a lotta ends to gas me up, a flashy fuck/
Been putting in the work since I had ashy knucks/
...And I still hunger, staring from the top I still wanna/
Reach for higher planes/
And have my clique rocking the flyest chains/
My life’s insane, Nascar living you couldn’t try my lane/
Like Damon Wayons I bring major pain/
(Chorus)
I’m Livin, ugh…I’m Livin, ugh...
I’m Livin, ugh…I’m Livin
When you got a dollar and a dream/
And you riding with ya team/
Success might be closer than it seems/
I’m Livin, ugh…I’m Livin, ugh...
I’m Livin, ugh…I’m Livin
Can’t nobody tell you bout a thing/
Ain’t coming in between/
You and ya peoples getting that cream/
(Verse 2)
Henny and Coke is my preference/
Having the baddest bitches kiss the ring cause I’m respected/
Claiming my past is checkered so a nigga made chess moves/
And all my niggas rooks, they “c” you fronting they’ll X you/
My lingo so complex and I deserve a single in complex/
Not just an innuendo just thinking my shit’s suspenseful/
I’m leaving haters frustrated like they was friendzoned/
While all my bars like I’m celebrating in the endzone/
Pipedream coming up for all y’all pricks/
I’ll put my team on my back like Marshawn Lynch/
And you could hold my dick if you gon doubt it/
Groupies swing dat ass, Master P a nigga bout it/
Was never one to hold my tongue and I’m established so my homies get to hold my gun/
And you know dat son!/
Mr. Fritz treating beats like they owe something/
And no frontin in my team/
Can’t hate the movement or deny the dream/
(Chorus)
I’m Livin, ugh…I’m Livin, ugh...
I’m Livin, ugh…I’m Livin
When you got a dollar and a dream/
And you riding with ya team/
Success might be closer than it seems/
I’m Livin, ugh…I’m Livin, ugh...
I’m Livin, ugh…I’m Livin
Can’t nobody tell you bout a thing/
Ain’t coming in between/
You and ya peoples getting that cream/