Myke Charles - Live It More (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse:] I just make letters forge, into metaphors West side, that's the set I'm for Better better yours Freshman of the game But a vet of words Set a curve Bet I levitate above it To another set of floors You lobby level I body rebels a shotty sound like a f**ing Bugatti revving My hotty eleven your dime a couple pennies short She probably a seven in a mini-skirt I'm ungodly as heaven to any perp Skipping down sinners course without a courtship Having unprotected intercourse I'm bound to ball n***a center court Spit a verse with the force to split a horse and rip a Porsche into fourths Cats in this game are poor sport, sore losers That's what happens with no pa**ion when rapping My mouth a pour spout for the truth This is war music aimed toward any ward Threatening my brethren I got your broad begging that I bag like a Fendi store Bet I get her wetter than any coast pick a shore I dick her down one time and then I flick her towards Any other n***a tryna deal with gold digging who*es I ain't the one sister naw this ain't mister yours Just the one to twist you quicker than a f**ing blender I should be the number one draft pick this winter for Any team that want a winner in they inner circle or On they record label more than just a spitter But it's raw n***a liverwurst I'm a let the liquor pour Flip my vision into yours Sip until my liver hurt Keep saying life is short guess I gotta live it more Yeah... guess I gotta live it more Haven't quite made it yet Guess I gotta give it more