How I'm Livin - Jackboy

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 dont 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