Skizzy Mars - Way I Live lyrics

Ft. Jame's Ryan (Intro) We just tight, we just tight (Verse: Skizzy Mars) Lifestyles of the broke and famous Tryin' to figure out what my goals and aims is Goin' down a road that I know is tainted She rarely give it up but she knows I'm anxious So impatient when it comes to whiskey, and if I die young then I hope they miss me Well, god forbid that Bumpin' Big L, smokin' a big L, the sh** we talk we live that I'm still young, I'm still dumb can ya fo'give that One day I'll grow up, I'll get it intact I got a girl that knows erry single lyric She love the way I talk, she love my syntax They say that music's in a crisis but it's been whack So I listen to The k**ers and k** these n***as And I bet I'll regret this in a decade but.. (Hook) This is the way I live, young boy still pushing big whips Get money lay low and chill, so trill, she so ill, she so real I'mma do what I feel, this is the way I live, this is the way I live (Verse 2: Skizzy Mars) Three years later now I'm big boy status Name semi-known but we don't act average Could have went to school but I followed a pa**ion I'm a New York rapper and I'm one of the baddest Crib so lavish, I'd be good wit a bad b**h If ya meet my homies ya would think they're savage Had her fo' a reason man it wasn't an accident Wit some French girls and they all got accents Show in New York and they all got pa**es Bouncer at the do' and we all got past him Look, Yo I'm Skizzy Mars might not be aware Of who I am but you'll know who we are, I'm just askin' Can ya hang, girl? Can ya keep up with my words and my slang girl? And I can't lie nothin' is the same girl Cuz tonight you'll be entertained girl (Hook) This is the way I live, young boy still pushing big whips Get money lay low and chill, so trill, she so ill, she so real I'mma do what I feel, this is the way I live, this is the way I live (Verse 3: Skizzy Mars) Penthouse how I live, erryday Man these n***as can't see me like pepper spray It's the way I live, real gudda mane Known fo' doin' gudda things, all the girls love me mane Smoke cigs in the club cuz the bouncers know me Skip the line at the club, doorman's the hommie Her bra wit her number on stage, she throw me I'm somewhere in New York tryin to keep sh** lowkey I pop a couple pills, she pop a couple pills too Who am I to judge, I don't know what she been thru In the Hamptons somewhere residential Gettin' head in the office like I'm presidential Whatchu' wanna know, let the ninth floor Started on the couch, ended on the floor Had to light incense, she don't like smoke, but (Hook) This is the way I live, young boy still pushing big whips Get money lay low and chill, so trill, she so ill, she so real I'mma do what I feel, this is the way I live, this is the way I live (Outro) Doesn't always wanna look, it's like I saw you the otha day You were smokin' (allegedly) On stage (yeah, I was smokin' pot, yeah) You know ya neva change yo weed smokin' habits still Avoid jail, maybe avoid the police (Aw, man, I go all the way with it) (I figure I talk about it and I stand up for it) (I might as well be willin' to show people what I'm all about) (Instead of like doin' it 90%)