Really Living

He just got two to the chest breathing hard he got asthma
Poke you for the bread we ain't taking no plasma
Caught him and his bitch slipping right at the plaza
Slide in the Track-hawk the lambo go faster
I'm really living you niggas just rappers
Stay on my pivot I ball like the raptors
I'm with them members that's popping them actors
He got shot today he ain't flipping no chapter

Glocks on my hip and I bust it
When I came up why niggas say I was lucky
People they fake turn they back I can't trust it
Before all the money the bitches gone fuck me
Up in the field hit for real like it's rugby
I hit yo bitch and now she wanna cuff me
Blazing like Dame in the game it get ugly
Smoking this zaa I slowed down on the bubbly
Hold up I'm talking that mud
I still be sliding I don't need no drugs
Get hit with a bottle while I'm in the club
Stacking Benjamin's why you be flexing them dubs
Niggas be hating and say it's all love
Take niggas shit got to get it in blood
Feel like I'm drowning my wrist be on flood
Sitting and counting I'm slimey like thug
Bag on yo head it's a bounty
Making a change from when y'all tried to clown me
On a good path keep that fuck shit from round me
Smoking these woods we ain't eating no brownie
King of this shit I guess they need to crown me
If I see a bitch any money she down me
Free all my brothers that's locked in the county
He mad that I fucked his bitch she tryna hound me
Sometimes you just got to let the beat play
Just listen
Listen to the vibe listen to the melody man
You just got to hear it

He just got two to the chest breathing hard he got asthma
Poke you for the bread we ain't taking no plasma
Caught him and his bitch slipping right at the plaza
Slide in the Track-hawk the lambo go faster
I'm really living you niggas just rappers
Stay on my pivot I ball like the raptors
I'm with them members that's popping them actors
He got shot today he ain't flipping no chapter

I'm in the field tryna run up a mil
Twin Glocks call them Phil and then Lil
Popping shit like the fourth bro need to chill
We sliding up on him ain't making no reel
If Gucci wanna sign me I'm taking a deal
I'm clutching this uzi you know I got skill
Serving this pints and it still got the seal
Spent a band on my girl I get cash it's for real
Getting that love when I slide to the mil
Got to keep me them slugs when I stay in the ville
People they hating not trusting a lil
Got to be patient and wait for the kill
Send you to the maker you making appeals
I cook you like bacon ain't waiting to grill
Give me a beat I go up like a hill
Next album guess I got to feature mike will



Credits
Writer(s): Izayah Breckenridge
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