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Jackboy

How I'm Livin

 

How I'm Livin

(álbum: New Jack City - 2017)


One thing bout me, imma always go and get it
I'm always chasing digits, headfirst bout these benji's
Ain't tripping over no bitches, too concerned about these riches
Playing football in them ditches, had me dreaming about them millions
But ended up with a sentence, before I was 14 I was a felon
I ain't even much [?] crime, but it still wasn't no telling
Head high kept stepping, still alive it's a blessing
I don't take it for granted so I still ride with my weapon
Chopper come from Houston let it sing like Whitney
Run up on I'm shooting, knock you off your fitted
Remember riding in stolos, going on them missions
Now the game so fucked up, it's way too many many glitches
Niggas actin real fishy, gossiping like bitches
No telling how I'm comin, might just be a killing
Jigga got me in my feeling, bringing out the demon
Got me out finessing, who the thugs still be scheming
Made lil one get abortion, can't have a kid now I'm living
Said I should be chilling, cause I just came from prison
When it come down to those verses, lil water ain't really friendly
Stop taking it personal lil water conducts some business
Never spoke on how you ain't contact while I was in Penitentiary
Or sat down and sent a kite, woulda took a couple lil minutes
Now I'm in my feelings, big chip on my shoulder
Looking for some closure, no holster for the cobra
Hit a show dressed like a thug, all black ion do much
Diamond in the rough, mouthpiece full of slugs
Got shooters in Milwaukee hit you up for them big bucks
Sliding round with baby Draco, no controlling us
Imma go getta, fear no nigga
Yeah I rap, but still I'll show a nigga
Really in the field, you a house nigga
Plotting on my cheese, you a mouse nigga
Going dandy, I'm on route nigga
Kick a door, run in yo house nigga
Going dandy, I'm on route nigga
Kick a door, run in yo house nigga

One thing bout me, imma always go and get it
I'm always chasing digits, headfirst bout these benji's
Ain't tripping over no bitches, too concerned about these riches
Playing football in them ditches, had me dreaming about them millions
But ended up with a sentence, before I was 14 I was a felon
I ain't even much [?] crime, but it still wasn't no telling
Head high kept stepping, still alive it's a blessing
I don't take it for granted so I still ride with my weapon
Chopper come from Houston let it sing like Whitney...

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