King F.A.M.E. - Get It How You Live lyrics

[Intro: DJ E.Sudd] Yea, yea, you already know who it is It's the golden child DJ E.Sudd on the check-in Street Execs is the team, man King FAME; F, A, M, E, man North Carolina, High Point, -- three, three, six Queens City, all over man It don't matter man North Carolina, South Carolina We out ‘yea, man We Street Execs with golden child DJ E.Sudd, man (F. A. M. E.) Get y' all weight up, man [Verse 1: King F.A.M.E.] I'm greatness personified (Ra!) I've been on that money making mission since my momma died (Ra!) Don't get it twisted; this is lyrical homicide (woo!) Bull City, East Durham – it's our time to rise (Stand up!) (Get it!) I represent for the have-nots I've got the Cack in a padlock (Le'ggo x5) Shout out to Sudd for that last drop I'm riding out to my last stop I'm grinding out in that trap spot You're on your way to a fast flop With that top back, I blast Pac I'm balling out to my last tock [Bridge 1: King F.A.M.E.] Ra! This is just something you needed you to know This ain't even a competition How did you ever believe I would choke? I'm on a mission [Verse 2: King F.A.M.E.] (Let's get it) Blunt rolled, my gla** full I zone out ‘til my last pull Your girl sprung, that mouth good She eat me up ‘til that a** full I'm fabric fresh, you ain't that impressed? This ch'yere is pimping and it's at its best I'll bag the broad in the baddest dress And I'll wife her, though ‘cause that's added stress (Ra!) [Hook] If you get it how you live, throw your hands in the air {x4} Bang, bang -- now throw your hood up! (East side!) Bang, bang -- now throw your hood up! (North side!) Bang, bang -- now throw your hood up! (South side!) Bang, bang -- now throw your hood up! (West side!) [Verse 2: King F.A.M.E.] (F. A. M. E.) I'm greatness immortalized (Ra!) I'm leaving all my competition out here mortified (Ra!) My Greenhouse n***as (B and Zip?) got that club more than live (Woo!) And I got the crowd pumping like I'm forty-five (Le'ggo) That bu*t fat, her weave new Hot heels I see through She blast tracks I breeze through That cash stacks, my green crew Just look at how my team moves Real talk, you seem cool But you're looking like you need proof Ask E.Sudd, my team's true! [Bridge 2: King F.A.M.E.] How did you ever expect me to lose? (What?) This ain't even a competition Don't you fools know I've got something to prove? I'm on a mission [Verse 3: King F.A.M.E.] I turn up for the Norfcack, like I rode in on a horse's back {Trey White?} feeds me more tracks My show price went up four stacks These rappers on my floor mats I taught y'all fools this format If y'all can't start and need more facts Then let's just go get more racks (Ra!) [Verse 4: Jozeemo] Since I live by the gun, I'm ‘a die by the gun Face shots if you're brave, back shots if you run I ain't the one for you to be sleeping on A coffin you will be sleeping in I'm awesome, so when you bring your men They pause, like “who let the Reaper in?” I drink the gin and sin Call up the preacher, tell him to pray for me They're leaving, tell them to wait for me Them haters, keep them away from me It ain't no way for me to be unofficial when I made the most How ‘you gon' save your soul? Too busy tricking and saving hoes I think I'm gon' save the fault I'm a' give you the (“ate”?) I think I'm a' eat the food I'm ‘a give you the plate Wait, ain't no debate I'm in a state of euphoria, I'll end up whoring you If you a b**h ‘cause I'm in the {peri?} You n***as is women, no kidding, I'm warning you Me and my n***as ‘ll corner you, then I'll release the pain Off the drummer, toss the hammer Then throw the keys to F.A.M.E To you that's King F.A.M.E I'm rolling with royalty Me and my hood make up the true definition of loyalty [Hook]