Rockie Fresh - Living Remix lyrics

I said it's Rockie checking in You know I'm going for the win (LP what up) [Verse 1: Rockie Fresh] I said what is Rockie doing, ya'll people shouldn't try it It's only one I like a pirate And I ain't even tripping 'bout the music people pirate Cause I know when I drop my sh** everybody gon' buy it Why? Because they like it, yup, yup, they love it, they admire it Wish a n***a would so I'd have more to start my fire with Never trust these hoes, cause they try to put me out Going on what they a**uming Don't know what they talking 'bout But through it all, I still get labeled as the hot sh** Discussions, I'm the topic, draft, I'll be the top pick They love the way I rock it, pieces to my quarry Everybody want me booked, so I guess they feel my story I be on top shortly, I'm busy making moves And the only time I fail, is when I fail to lose And the time and the money is the thing I've been giving And now, the finer things are what I'm getting so... [Hook] This is the life that we living Good drinks, good weed, good women I'm on my sh** And I'm a live my whole life like this [x2] So get your hand up, get 'em high Get your drinks up, to the sky I'm on my sh** And I'm a live my whole life like this [x2] [Verse 2: Casey Veggies] What your life like, Man I write like The drink throw some ice I only wife her if she right I tell 'em bite the check and that's for doing what I like Or is it a dream? Cause it can't be life! Ain't got a fear of flying, take me where I desire Real life no lyin', Young Veggies with the limin My chick fall in love, n***as call me Frankie Lymon And i'm about to blow up, I'm only taking dimes in Thinking back to a couple different times when She ain't give me a chance, but now she all up on me But I don't care, that's life, I guess I still want it My whole sh** turned in, and now I'm all up on sh** [Hook] [Verse 3: Tayyib Ali] They don't understand, It's visionary man I'm sticking to the plan, whole world in my hand Got a dollar and a goal, and I finna make Big crib, Real estate, 10 to 8 I'm grinding, putting that time in, they vibing Spit that hot sh**, lyrical problem I ride with a guy that's top down we styling It's all gravy when them ladies want to be mine Same kid know where to go when I rewind, back in time I'm bad Micheal Jackson, crack with rhymes Yeah, Philly where I'm living, It's trap or die Going hard till I'm up in that casket right So I see you in the afterlife I, remember when, the bus got started from kid again And n***as was tripping man They was like: "Tayyib just dropped!" "Oh really man?" It's so word to feel it man I'm meant for the k**ing man I'm spinning like ceiling fans [Hook]