Lifestyle

Lyrics

Intro: The roaring crowds The awards The fame The fortune Chorus: Co-stars, dope cars, all logos on Nah, that ain't me (No, no, no) Fast food I chew So no past due bills, you feel me? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Paparazzi got me stopping My Bugatti is too outlandish For you to believe cause I lead The lifestyle of the broke and average Verse 1: Man, it ain't so hard to get like me I'm just your average joe whose taste may be your cup of tea I wake up in the morning without enough sleep Since I'm still keeping this hobby with my J-O-B Got chores for me to check off, take care of the pet dog Now we added a kitten for another chore to fit in It's all good since I'm crashing with the fam Though I barely get to see them since they're scheduled in the AM The PM's you'll see him grinding for the A&F So DMs, won't see them; I'm working just to pay my debts Went to school for a field ain't fit for I'm better as a student, but that choice made me piss poor So it's check to check; pay the loan or eat bologn' Or forego it for the drive thrus, movies, and songs I make the choice about every two weeks And I still choose this life over killing loose leafs with Chorus Verse 2: So you can get like me Let me give the scenario like I'm Phife D Cause even though I R.I.P. these beats I can't rest in peace without a cutie's I.P Well, at least her digits, twitter, IG, or email But she bails soon as she notices I do retail It's like she sees a devil in that detail She's says, "See you, wouldn't want to be your partner for your cheap thrills!" So one's the only number that I ever do When it's time, I know my God knows who to send her to But for now, I'm at Panera eating You Pick 2's In the mall where girls take breaks from buying their new shoes Back to work as I walk the hall to H.Co Eight more 8's go by, should I say "Ayo!" I make the choice every day of the week And I still choose this life over celebrity with Chorus Verse 3: Don't want to get like me I don't even make the checks that can afford Nikes And splurging is seeing movies after matinee fees Then buying some ramen noodles for a bite to eat Swerve in my Infiniti that's in its late teens Curbs in my vicinity have met its 18s That's when the engine's working and a new battery They tell me that it has character, but I don't find it flattering Make it to work, though; bosses like the ethic Pops wishing the house workload would see more of that effort I get it; apply it for a while and lazy Then others just see my talent and assume that I'm crazy You rap and sing and dance and more, so why are you wasting Time slaving for a meal and the rest for bill payments? Why choose to get paid every two weeks? Cause if I chose the fast life, I know that I could lose me to Chorus