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cris the kid - live in this world lyrics

[intro]
(woo)
this the second time around y’all
this the second time around y’all
latin prophecy ii
and yo boys comin’ through

[verse 1]
kickin’ back, spaghetti waitin’, focusrite is on
my interface a bought year ago, already forgot the date
i get no dates, i remember her with an a
this time won’t say no names, her mixtape i named regrets
my heart i laced to that f-ckin’ tape
i don’t even know if she heard the tape
hey did you hear the tape?
still have only one copy, your copy
and the back up in the cd case
this latin prophecy ii, second version sicker
deadly disease sickle, i throw dimes
receive nickels
in the game only for my mama to get richer and my sister
i love my fam, i love my fam, i love my fam
unfortunately treat them like average trash
i wash and clean my act, tackle that like warren sapp
commissioner p-ss to tackle any -ss
who comes around my task, your task smaller than a flask
give me any task and knock a home run with my verbal bat
solve equations really fast and takin’
i’m up in mars, i’m sp-cin’
even pluto wants my d-mn affiliation
i got a majority of the planets hatin’
they come up to me, they say “cris why you so d-mn special?”
it’s obvious, i say i was the first one born with a pencil
(laugh)

[chorus]
i’m just tryin’ to live in this world (x3)

[verse 2]
world full of chaos, world full of paid off
mothaf-ckas to say what they can not, shoutout to k-dot
there still few in the game that know the rules
these compressed mothaf-ckas need to learn to stay loose
my d-ck still stays pulled, mostly by older women
i don’t mind age difference, it’s all p-ssy drippin’
same sh-t as i’m liftin’, inches by inches
foot by foot, yo boy get there by foot
i get my -ss in the booth
closet booth, custom construction
verbal bustin’, heart gushin’
mind cuttin’ any head around my function
make sure before you step in, you know who you f-ckin’ with

[chorus]
i’m just tryin’ to live in this world (x3)

[verse 3]
tryin to survive this livin’, similar to digits
percentages don’t favor our youth or ecosystem
nothing is givin’, gotta take it
grab it hard, maybe shake it, maybe made it
if i didn’t it’s okay, i tried my -ss off on the daily
life’s just a big f-ckin’ maybe
no guarantees givin’, no handouts around
no smiles just frowns, only cryin’ f-ckin’ sound
my grandpa just p-ssed, hasn’t even been twenty-four hours
rest in peace, you with my grandma and other grandpa now
that’s our life people die even as child’s
make sure you take the journey mile by mile

[chorus]
i’m just tryin’ to live in this world (x5)

- cris the kid lyrics

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