Iman Omari - "Live It Up" lyrics

[Intro] Dont worry bout me or mine My n*gga stay on your grind Don't worry 'bout me or mine... I'm cool [Verse 1: ill CAMILLE] Never had alot of money But I still was fortunate Big dreams so I'm doing big thangs Gotta keep it proportionate What's worse than a n*gga with a strap on Who acts on impulse, without a backbone Rag showin' and a bad habit for grabbing the chrome And he'll blast like he's having an orgasm Oh please Gimme my liberty I'm in here Feelin' myself and these bottles is free And I ain't even drink that much but I through back 2 or 3 Cause when you are I-N-DIE and you tryin' to be A woman who moves autonomously And not depend on nobody For the thing that made Miss Aretha sing That R-E-S-P-E-C-T And whatever you sow you reap So no, I won't put a zip in my jeans Seen alot growing up as a P.Y.T with ponytails Had a few dudes that tipped the scale I'm just out here trying to better myself I wanna sip wine at the Sofitel Keep it real dont wear a veil I ain't tryin' hide sh*t but my privates and recline Relaxin' with my black skin on a private island somewhere Laid in the beach chair being carefree in the company of myself With all this pride I got, what I look like taking handouts for help? And yes, my kicks is 50% off on clearance but I never half-step Dealing with a few inner-demons I could speak on but nah won't go in detail Refuse to live my life blindsided because I'm not familiar with Braille All I need is just one mic and a piece of mind and whole lotta prayer-yeah [Hook:iLL CAMILLE] On my grind Monday through Saturday But still I get up Sunday morning And Lord only knows if I'm gon' see tomorrow So I'm livin' in the moment My girls are gonna live it up Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Me and my n***as gonna live it up Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Me and my n***as gonna live it up [Verse 2: iLL CAMIlle] Now my dude wanna get back in the street The economy ain't gettin' no better I'm normally Miss Down-for-Whatever But that dont mean he ain't gon cheat And i'll probably gon' take him back cause the side chick got more money than me And I can't compete with that esepcially when I'm way more committed to k**ing these beats Thats my job I'm just a good girl livin' in a world of hypocrisy and below my means Cause them LB's cute on the feet of the girl with the EBT So fatigued like I wore a uniform in the infantry or- I could be like Kelis Marry a legend then divorce him and try to go to court for 50gs Now I see why the homies rock chains and hang with hoes all up on their dang-a-langs Cause these days fame just comes and goes You might not see that doe a-gain I'mma pop my tag on a Dior bag that don't match nothing in my closet And for just one day I'mma hit Rodeo and buy me some brandnew Blahniks Walking around like I got a knot in my wallet Nose in the sky, head up high Can't take it with you when you die I'm too G like a Gucci sign Wait til' I get my money right You s**a n*ggas can't tell me nothin' Wait til I get this watch to shine I'mma stunt like a Big Tymer trust me [Hook:iLL CAMILLE] On my grind Monday through Saturday But still I get up Sunday morning And Lord only knows if I'm gon' see tomorrow So I'm livin' in the moment My girls are gonna live it up Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Me and my n***as gonna live it up Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Me and my n***as gonna live it up [Bridge] Please don't knock my hustle homie Cause I won't knock yours Wanna put that "Chilla" on my back Marble on those floors Man, I'm grinding dog Til I put a plaque on the wall Man, I'm grinding dog Til I'm dead and gone (repeat)