How To Not Die lyrics

by

J Dilla


[Verses: Lwansta]

I took a drive at night, no f*cking learners or a license
My mom gave me the keys because I haven't told a lie since
The day I said that I don't give a f*ck about my exes
But no one gives a f*ck who your ex is, it's who your next is, unless you're Drake
And if you're not then man you're f*cking fake
Cause all it takes for you to be great, is have an honest face
And if you take advice from a plastic n*gga who doesn't have it n*gga
You probably gon' end up with that habit n*gga

I'm very distracted, I'm very distracted
Pardon my lack of commitment for giving a f*ck, but I'm young and I'm a born free
During my come-up n*ggas ignored me
Now every f*cker wanting a feature cannot afford me
Believe me n*ggas, this rap sh*t, it isn't easy n*ggas
When the bass drops, I'm topping all of you cheesy n*ggas
Had it f*cking easy? I hope you fall on your f*cking ass and motherf*cking crash and never pick up a f*cking pad

I'm bitter, I hate rappers getting what I want
Whoever picks these rappers is never picking the right one
And I'm just f*cking tired of n*ggas who should retire right after they drop their first f*cking single cause I'm the right one
But anyway I won't hate, cause hate's gay, it's f*cking ignorant like that n*gga that hates gays
If I can figure out how these n*ggas just make way for n*ggas who they say are sicker than 8 aids I'm in
With only one A I got in, now I'm a first year student trying hard not to sin
I took my sh*t up from a town very easy to get around
Now I'm in a city where it's so easy to get a round
And n*ggas don't make a sound, stay plotting under the ground
The only time they hold you down is when making sure that you drown
But they'll never get their hands on a n*gga, they try'na throw me in the fire but they'll never take the fans from a n*gga
You ever been to Kokstad? You prolly haven't
So shut the f*ck up, cause you don't know how hard I had
Tryna kick the habit, of rapping while I was trying to study
And having all these whack gigs and never making no money, damn!
I'm just a kid, who's mother always supported
Never heard a single rap cause knew she'd be disappointed
I was present right at church but my rapping not anointed
So this talent was a blessing but cursing just makes it pointless

Took a drive at night, no f*cking learners or a license
My mom gave me the keys no, I took the keys, with her permission though
Forgetting the fact that I never listen though
She told me "no" to girls, but she caught me, but weren't kissing though
At least I like girls and I'm not gay, but I'm bumping Beyonce
Sometimes I shed a tear but I'm not gay
Man I just can't control my emotions and f*cking emotional coaster
When I'm angry I'm p*ssed, when happy I'm like a kid

Sometimes I just can't resist
And shove a di*k inside of the f*cking b*tch of life that I'm just trying to live
And I'm just so depressed in this f*cking res
And all this stress and just need to rest but I don't, I'm tryna beat the rest
But being the best is not what I'm looking for
Man I just wanna make living doing all of the sh*t that they booked me for
Motherf*ck what they looking for, motherf*ck what they took me....
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