Lyrics:
How I’m living
I woke up thuggin grabbed my glock cause n*****s Tripping (OH LORD)
Yeah
How I’m living
Oh yeah
Yeah oh yeah
Look
(Hook)
S.K.
of these n****s be saying they really gon be by my side but they be on some other shit
I donno who I can trust I been looking from left to right
Can’t even
head at the speed of sound
I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud
I pray in heaven ain't no f*** n****s ain't allowed
A 100 thousand miles
spot
Out all night, addict with the addicts
'Causin' Havoc, I'm a Prodigy
N****s know we Mobbin' Deep
Gotta stay up when everyone fall asleep
The good
a** n****s
So if you see one you know what you do?
[Chorus 2x]
Stick em up stick em up b**** stick em up
Put ya hands up where I can see em see em
life, this ain't seemin' real
I'm closer to my dreams and fantasy of chills on my skin
Gunnin' for them n****s claiming that they got the game on lock
with Asian n****s and I f*** with Migos
I f*** with Haitian n****s, all they speak is Creole
I said all I speak is real, y'all n****s might hate me but
Redman]
Yo, yo
F*** knocking, kick the door, evict the four
Yell out: "It's a stickup, hit the floor!"
You fish cake n****s, stay Lipton off
Did your
his body
All these new street N****s they really rottin
Same N****s ridin around getting high outside killed his bro with a smile N****s really plottin
'cause I knew it was deep
I know Trag, and Trag ain't afraid of no beef
But he f*** with bottom feeders and them n****s is creeps (true)
Called him
boys
Livin' fiesta
To all my Chi town n****s
Fiesta
And all my uptown n****s
Fiesta
To all my players and my hustlers
Fiesta
And if you sittin'
Yeah, what's up girl
Both of us trying to hit the spot
S***, we both can do it
Where I come from
Uh huh, uh huh n****s be hustlers
N****s put it
Uh, yeah, uh
Drag-On, E-V-E
Bronx style Q, uh, yeah, uh, uh
Yeah, what, yeah, yo, yo
[Drag-On]
I'm a pop them guns, hit them n****s up
Switch
walked right out of mad n****'s life
So when I bagged her up right, I had to make her my wife
And I ain't gonna loose her like those other lames did
I
kinfolk
How you get a big bag but ya friend broke
If it ain’t the money
Then what’s the reason you in for
Ima put on for my city
Ion kno bout yall n****s
An these n****s be cappin an rappin like they on the block like Joel Embid
I got rid of the hoes cause stacking that money was showing that’s all that I
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n****s on the team
N****s switching sides, ain’t no in between
Balling on the court, handle on a bean
Shake a n***a up call it tween tween
I ain’t fish
like the damn flu
And I'm counting up bands too
And if ya man rocking, Ace stretch n****s, get amped too
Money go up ain't nobody gone stop it
Flexing
I gotta shine
They tried to tell me I could never make it
Now I gotta education em (na-na)
I, Been betrayed by n****s
Took a chance but now I’m
the hate to
When elite n****s just ain’t you
But a n***a like me got to get paid
Cause i already paid dues
Please don't speak about me
You don't know nothin
ain't a thang
N****s honestly
Just need to
Stay up in their lane
N***a never knew me
If he ever said I changed
In that honda civic
Listening to juicy
to prison these c***suckers racist
I aint got time for n****s thats on that fake sh**
Rats and them fleas talking thats a plea bargain
I should be in
you big my n***a you riding a wave, yeah
Vlone my pants my n***a my jacket on Bape!
N****s be talkin’ subliminal they ain’t even safe, yeah
I got a dash
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