| Before I begin, stop all the who, what, where, why, and when |
| Yes, I am him |
| S to the AI, G to the ON |
| And yes, it’d be c’est la vie if I throw ten |
| Spittin' my second nature, lyrical legislator |
| Rapper slash educator, smack the mess out of a hater |
| A nigga frontin'—his ass’ll go on a respirator |
| I was taught to shoot first, save all the questions for later |
| And I been workin' on my temper since this past September |
| I ain’t beat a nigga ass since last winter |
| What we having for dinner? My stomach is growling |
| I’m hearin' other stomachs growlin', so someone is prowlin' |
| Chance of me getting got is like one in a hundred-thousand |
| I’m letting off as many shots as my gun is allowin' |
| I’m ploo-ploo-ploo-ploo-plowin', wilin' |
| Yellin', «Niggas never take me alive,» and that’s word to my Aunt Natalie |
| I’m mentally challenged, chemically imbalanced, addicted to violence |
| Haha (smooth). Keep up! |
| But ooh, I just wanna live better, live better |
| Oooh hooo hooo, I just wanna live better, live better |
| When they ask me what I’m tryna do |
| I just wanna live better, live better |
| Ain’t nothing else to do, so we just tryna live better, live better |
| Flipped the smooth, dipped up out the chaos for a minute |
| Slick with it to sneak off, rejuvenate, and replenish |
| Laid around in lush, engaged in minimal minutia |
| Let my soul breathe away from city smog and fogged up |
| The window with good tree whilst romping amidst trees |
| Arms wide, breathin' in, fresh, hands handlebar-free |
| Biking and hiking—even city gal gone in glee |
| Blissful for a minute, blowing bubbles, follow me! |
| Used to be the one all hot-headed, bothered, and novice |
| Slowly learnin' to spend currency called time on knowledge |
| Burned a bridge and mend it—sometimes ain’t nothing can solve it |
| Inner homework on deck—I can truly heal and balm it |
| Givin' knuckles and mediocre carbon copies a break |
| If you knew the old me, promise you’d be better behaved |
| But I’m just chillin', spreading love and light and things |
| I’ll be damned if I let you bring out the wild in me |
| You see? You see |
| But ooh, I just wanna live better, live better |
| Oooh hooo hooo, I just wanna live better, live better |
| When they ask me what I’m tryna do |
| I just wanna live better, live better |
| Ain’t nothing else to do, so we just tryna live better, live better |