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Mac Dre

Livin' That Life

 

Livin' That Life


Man, up, up in this motherfucker tripping, man
Thinking about how it was back in the days, you know
Beat sounding kinda cool (Way cool), feeling kinda cool (Way cool)
Let me go on and do something to this though
Check it out

Once upon a time, my 9 stayed in the small of my back
I sold crack and drove a Cadillac (Cadillac)
Shot craps, made snaps on the corner by the stop sign
Strapped with my 'gnac, dank sack and my Glock 9
Kicking it with the homies on the grind for cabbage (Grind for cabbage)
A Double-R soldier, 3C savage (3C savage)
Running from the ones with the nightsticks
High-speed chasing and racing in tight shit (Tight shit)
Back in '85 selling goop was the shit (Goop was the shit)
Wasn't a thing that them fiends wouldn't do for a hit (Do for a hit)
Bitches sucked dick, niggas rented they cars
While young players like me became street stars (Street stars)
Glued to the track with a sack and a handgun
Steady sweating sales, stopping cars at random (Random)
Running from the 50, hitting fences and hiding out
Seven cars deep is how the homies is riding out
(That's how we was riding out)
House parties pop, stayed packed with hoodrats (Hoodrats)
Niggas on the mic, drunk, busting them hood raps (Hood raps)
Hooked on the dank, Thunderbird we drank
Rolling in the bucket with the fucked up paint (Fucked up paint)
24/7 on the hunt for coochie
Sporting Troop, Nikes, Fila, and Gucci (Gucci)
Making much money on the dope track
But when the crack slacked then niggas started to jack (Niggas started to jack)
Every young nigga tryna stay in the mix (Stay in the mix)
Was breaking them tricks and cold hitting them licks
Jacking became the quickest way to make some mail (Make the mail)
But some niggas fell and spent years in jail (Years in jail)
Dropping nine in the pen tryna make they chest bigger
Some niggas died getting jacked by the next nigga
But that's the way it goes, you pay the price
When you're deep in the game (Deep in the game), and you're living that life

Everybody wants a little something
(When you're living that life)
Cool but you got to give it all
(When you're living that life)
'Cause everything in life has a price, you're
(When you're living that life)
Living the life, living the life, living the life, oh

I was against all odds, fresh out the womb
My only hope was to soak game, so I consume
While niggas chilled and parlayed, I learned the hard way (Hard way)
Scuffed and roughed up, the game had scarred Dre
Back in the days, all I knew was the hood and rocks (That's all I know)
Looking for funk and headed straight for a wooden box (Straight for a wooden box)
Prone to quick cash and getting the grit fast
Never really tripping on how long would shit last
Earning my ghetto stripes from scraps and ghetto fights
Fucking with hoodrats, them tramps and ghetto types (Ghetto types)
Never giving a fuck, nah, not even sometimes
Just having a fun time, running from one-time
Tripping, and wasn't even peeping the shit (Peeping the shit)
Slipping, and steady getting deep in the shit (Deep in the shit)
I let the game control me, shape and mold me
Then it treated me coldly, it pimped and hoed me (Pimped and hoed me)
I was selling the crack but not stacking a damn thang
And now that I look back, man, it's a damn shame (Man, it's a damn shame)
Couldn't recognize there was game to peep (Game to peep)
The dank had me gone and my brain is sleep (Brain is sleep)
I finally woke up in the federal pen
Broke than a motherfucker begging for ends (Begging for ends)
I was a midget, a small digit forgotten
Game was stale, my name was rotten
Had life by the ass, my shit was twisted
I thought about the hood and how much I missed it
But the life I was living wasn't really shit (Really shit)
I was clocking them ends but wasn't stacking a grip (Wasn't stacking a grip)
They had the world thinking I was running in vaults
I reassessed my thoughts, and proved my faults
And for the next four years, I kicked and waited
Becoming top notch while incarcerated
But that's the way it goes, you pay the price
When you're deep in the game (Deep in the game), and you're living that life

Everybody wants a little something
(When you're living that life)
Cool but you got to give it all
(When you're living that life)
'Cause everything in life has a price, you're
(When you're living that life)
Living the life, living the life, living the life, oh

Going through it, you know
Living that life
Growing up in the hood (All that shit), slanging that cocaine (All that shit)
Fucking with them hoo—, hoochies
Running from the rollers
Going to juvenile hall, county jail, penitentiary
All that shit (Living that life)
But you gotta pay the price, when you're living that life (Living that life)
If you're soft, homeboy, think twice
It ain't nothing nice
Got my boy Khayree up in here, man
We just doing this shit

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