Artist: 2 Chainz f/ Dolla Boy, Pusha T Album: B.O.A.T.S II: Me Time Song: Live and Learn (I Will) Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] So many watches, I need a time capsule Combine all my thoughts, make my mind travel Graduated from the streets, that's beyond tassel In my muscle car, maybe we should arm wrestle I'm raw, using all caps I got A on my ballcaps No, I didn't do it but I thought about it If I would have did it, it would have chalk around Yellow tape, never hesitate 2 Chainz derived from Section 8 Meditate, that's my stress relief I've been stylin' on 'em, since a lease, preach [Chorus: 2 Chainz x2] Live long enough, it'll happen to you Live long It will, it will It will, it will [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] My pop' told me men don't cry Then he turned around and died on me So I didn't know what else to do But motherfuckin' cry, homie Oh yeah, I'm God's son Tell Nas he got more than one And me, I got more to see, more to be Order three, started with a quarter ki' I'm so ill I need penicill' Rockin' ice cubes, talkin' kill at will And these days you can't tell who is really real Ridin' on some Emmitt Smith's, long way from Emmett Till [Chorus: 2 Chainz x2] [Verse 3: Dolla Boy] Streets love a nigga, got a D-boy membership We do it from the heart, I hope the aunt will remember this Coke on all sinisters, cold but no fridge in this No to all witnesses, lie or die infamous My style is so infamous, my style, it needs censorship Dealer what's the business? Don't call [?] Unless you 'bout your business, I'm tryna get some benjamins Niggas say a lie on their way to the top But you know you're too hot when they kidnap your pops I guess that's sayin' a lot But we ain't sayin' much, we just sendin' them shots, nigga [Verse 4: Pusha T] Death over dynasty, I'm talkin' major, not the minor league And you the last of a dyin' breed Follow caine like a menace to society The richest nigga in the city cosignin' me My shampoo days done showed me the way As I pray, lord willin' but the killer's still vague How can there be closure when the shooter's still in questionin' Your niggas got rich, but when you died them niggas owed you And everything I see is adding up to what you told me I'm ramblin', tryna keep it to myself I'm scramblin', still hard to hold the tears back Never saw what I became, can't get them years back Death before dishonor [Chorus: 2 Chainz x2]