Livin Like That
Down bad
I was living like that
Tapped in
Got my life on track
Now I can't see what's in my lap
Yeah, aye
Down bad,
I was living like that
Tapped in
Got my life on track
Now I can't see what's in my lap
Yeah, aye
All this money coming in
Can't even keep count
People in my face trying to tie me down
I don't even know what they're talking about
Oh word, man?
Just name the amount
I promise you
Money good
Money long
Flex on the opps
Make it back home
Trade, invest,
Write my own checks
Ownership, that's a different flex
I done been through it before, huh
Niggas ain't real no more, huh
Manifest better interests
Fuck it up and live some more
Niggas get to knocking at your door
know I live this life right
See it in my foresight
Niggas want to up the score
No Harden
Bitch I go hard like Mike
No Jordan
Me and my team, My woadies
Shutting down stores
Don't call me
You can't afford me
Press can't even record me
I'm the higher up authority
Y'all gone need more of me
Up in the Morning
Like G foreman
I'm getting it
Sticking to the script like Lennon
On y'all ass like denim
On Cuz
Down bad,
I was living like that
Tapped in
Got my life on track
Now I can't see what's in my lap
Yeah, aye
Down bad,
I was living like that
Tapped in
Got my life on track
Now I can't see what's in my lap
Yeah, aye
Want to push the foreign
Overseas, we touring
Straight off the lot
No mileage
They think I'm hot
They profile me
Next big thing
Know they proud of me
Only trust niggas as far as can I see
I'm the one
No Ivy League
No back bone
You a centipede
We getting money
That's guaranteed
Stay on go
Like the the light was green
Born with the shits
Like Maybelline
We bring the smoke like nicotine
Slide on the block like Vaseline
Name in they're mouth like Listerine
I got them shook like Halloween
I got them mad
That's what it seems
In them streets
I go unseen
Like magic
That's a smoke screen
I'm up in the air with no trampoline
Haters real mad
They can't coerce me
In my presence
Will you hush, please?
Couple bad girls
We come in threes
We kicking shit
They rookies
Oreo whip
No cookies
You feel me
Down bad,
I was living like that
Tapped in,
Got my life on track
Now I can't see what's in my lap
Yeah, aye
Down bad,
I was living like that
Tapped in,
Got my life on track
Now I can't see what's in my lap
Yeah, aye
I was living like that
Tapped in
Got my life on track
Now I can't see what's in my lap
Yeah, aye
Down bad,
I was living like that
Tapped in
Got my life on track
Now I can't see what's in my lap
Yeah, aye
All this money coming in
Can't even keep count
People in my face trying to tie me down
I don't even know what they're talking about
Oh word, man?
Just name the amount
I promise you
Money good
Money long
Flex on the opps
Make it back home
Trade, invest,
Write my own checks
Ownership, that's a different flex
I done been through it before, huh
Niggas ain't real no more, huh
Manifest better interests
Fuck it up and live some more
Niggas get to knocking at your door
know I live this life right
See it in my foresight
Niggas want to up the score
No Harden
Bitch I go hard like Mike
No Jordan
Me and my team, My woadies
Shutting down stores
Don't call me
You can't afford me
Press can't even record me
I'm the higher up authority
Y'all gone need more of me
Up in the Morning
Like G foreman
I'm getting it
Sticking to the script like Lennon
On y'all ass like denim
On Cuz
Down bad,
I was living like that
Tapped in
Got my life on track
Now I can't see what's in my lap
Yeah, aye
Down bad,
I was living like that
Tapped in
Got my life on track
Now I can't see what's in my lap
Yeah, aye
Want to push the foreign
Overseas, we touring
Straight off the lot
No mileage
They think I'm hot
They profile me
Next big thing
Know they proud of me
Only trust niggas as far as can I see
I'm the one
No Ivy League
No back bone
You a centipede
We getting money
That's guaranteed
Stay on go
Like the the light was green
Born with the shits
Like Maybelline
We bring the smoke like nicotine
Slide on the block like Vaseline
Name in they're mouth like Listerine
I got them shook like Halloween
I got them mad
That's what it seems
In them streets
I go unseen
Like magic
That's a smoke screen
I'm up in the air with no trampoline
Haters real mad
They can't coerce me
In my presence
Will you hush, please?
Couple bad girls
We come in threes
We kicking shit
They rookies
Oreo whip
No cookies
You feel me
Down bad,
I was living like that
Tapped in,
Got my life on track
Now I can't see what's in my lap
Yeah, aye
Down bad,
I was living like that
Tapped in,
Got my life on track
Now I can't see what's in my lap
Yeah, aye
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Writer(s): Kirstin Allen
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