Nyck Caution – How You Live It (ft. Joey Bada$$) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Nyck Caution - How You Live It (ft. Joey Bada$$) (prod. Canis Major)

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Nyck Caution How You Live It
Nyck Caution How You Live It

Pro Era hasn’t been the most active label this year, but that’s not to say the New York based collective hasn’t been putting in the work behind the scenes. Now, Nyck Caution has come through to deliver a new single, calling on the talents of Joey Bada$$ to round out “How You Live It.” As expected, the track features a smooth beat courtesy of Canis Major, and Nyck Caution wastes little time in putting down some premium bars. “I’m better than a referee, don’t let the internet fool you,” he reflects. “A hundred K on the Gram doesn’t make you a celebrity / public figures with these fuckin’ pictures.”

Joey Bada$$ slides through to make his presence felt with a brief but dexterous verse, flexing his growth as both an emcee and a budding real-estate developer. “They sending shots, better kill me dawg, I’m on a killstreak,” he raps. “I do these flows filthy, so much flows I started investing in realty / got so much gold, all this jewelry make a n**a feel guilty.” Though he passes the mic before the kicks and snares return, Caution is more than capable of handling the majority of the load. If anything, it’s a testament to the chemistry of the Pro Era team, and a reminder of what’s to come in the new year.

Nyck Caution – How You Live It (ft. Joey Bada$$) (prod. Canis Major)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Enjoyin’
Keep enjoyin’
Enjoyin’
Keep enjoyin’

[Verse 1: Nyck Caution]
Uh, I dropped the bag off (Yeah)
Early morning I jack off
So when I fuck your chick afternoon, I last long (I last long)
Every song is like the last song (The last song)
When it comes to the level in which I rap on (which I rap on)
Your bitches dancin’ on me (Yeah)
She like a lap dog (She like a lap dog)
She like my hair (Like my hair)
I keep my cap on
‘Cause I ain’t lookin’ for love
Shit, is that wrong? (Is that wrong?)
I just want something dainty that I can tap on (I can tap on)
It’s killer season, hoe (Yeah)
I feel like Cam’ron (I feel like Cam’ron)
I’m just tryna build a block that I can stand on
Real estate and bigger plans (Plans)
Ya’ll just worried about some shit to blow a bag on (Dummy)
I peep the game before it happens like I’m Tony Romo
I’m better than a referee
Don’t let the internet fool you, 100k on the ‘Gram doesn’t make you a celebrity (A celebrity)
You public figures with the fuckin’ pictures (Fuckin’)
You got your ass pokin’ out when you lean to the left (Yeah)
When it’s really not fat you just angle it best (You just angle it best)
And in person we know that your self-esteem is a mess
But it make you feel better when you’re postin’ your pics (Yeah)

[Chorus: Nyck Caution]
It’s cool, I ain’t knockin’ it (Nah)
As long as somebody comment that (Yeah)
And make your whole career look promisin’
Get it how you live it (Live it)
This world can be filthy (Filthy)
But I’ma do me and get back to the real thing (Yeah)
‘Cause every hard line keeps addin’ to the kill streak

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
Hol’ up, fuck what they talking ’bout, dawg, I know they hear me
I could give a fuck if they feel me, dawg
They sendin’ shots, better kill me, dawg
I’m on a kill streak, I do these flows filthy (Uh-huh)
So much flows, I started investin’ in realty, got so much goal
All these jewelry make a nigga feel guilty
Ice on the knot, bitch I’m still me
This is just the chill me (Yeah)
Get a nigga hot, and that’s when you see the real me (Uh-huh)
Force a nigga hand and that’s when you gon’ reveal me (What up?)
Nina on my waist if you talkin’ out your face
Better proceed with caution ’cause you niggas ain’t safe

[Verse 3: Nyck Caution]
Off the Jameson I turn into an animal, baby
Shows with Eric, bitch, I’m feelin’ like Hannibal, baby
Burn up, I roll some words and now my calendar crazy
Different country every night, let’s get some capital, baby (Turn it up, uh)
Eastside phenom, yeah
When you make it, it’s no B-side
Y’all don’t want beef, y’all meat rot
This a fuck you, not a peace sign
I’ve been down bad like Steve Jobs
Made it all back like Steve, now way I slam ’em down bad, no high five
Beats like sheesh, yo you don’t eat on these sides
You can keep yours, I’ma keep mine
Flex like a wrestler, bitch I’m feelin’ like divine
Open up her legs, block my head on her monkey
I keep the shit funky
Her eyes rollin’ back, yo she look like a junkie
I bully these pussies, I feel like a Dudley
All I want is some Cudi
Poker face, day and night when she-
Aftet she dip, yo a spliff would be lovely
I ain’t sparkin’ this chick ’cause every time she hit the weed, she be buggin’
Make a way and everybody start runnin’
Make a name and everybody your cousin

[Chorus: Nyck Caution]
It’s cool, I ain’t knockin’ it
As long as somebody profitin’
There’s always someone else that’s pockettin’
But get it how you live it (Live it)
This world can be filthy (Filthy)
But I’ma do me and get back to the real thing (Back to the real)
‘Cause every hard line keeps addin’ to the kill streak

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