Livin’ Wrong

[Intro]
You ever be thinking like you ain't living right?
You just wake up in the morning like damn, shit is fucked up
Went to sleep last night thinking the same shit
Had dreams you wasn't living right, yeah, that life
Shit is fucked up...it's whatever though

[Hook]
I said I know I ain't living right
But this world I live in ain't built for niggas like
Us, made a nigga get up on this grind
But I'm tryna get up out this life of crime
But I'm, yeah, not to mention I was born with this dark skin
And handed the short end of the bargain
But I'm aiming for 2 story appartments
And tryna get this space with my last name in the parking

[Verse 1]
Smoking weed every morning thinking I ain't living right
Fucking with these trifling hoes then go home to my bitch at night
Finna rob my plug, cause he playing with the fucking price
I'm tired of the Chef Boyardee and Ramen Noodles every night
Police got me shook, having nightmares of them fucking lights
And since I'm popping all this molly, shit is look extra bright
The bitch I'm with a nympho, and all she ever want is pipe
I couldn't get it up, and now she claiming that she going dyke
Told that bitch go 'head, cause she got some wack head
And when that bitch be sucking she be sucking like she half dead
Fuck her, cause I ain't be with the bullshit
That's how it be when fucking 'round with a hood bitch
She be screaming and yelling, fussing that hood shit
Then turn around and go and give my jimmy a good lick, ha
I swear to god this bitch confused, man I don't know what to do
Man it's feeling like a lose, like

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Got all this Ralph Lauren shit, I'm still living wrong as shit
I'm still busting stops but now I'm itching for a fucking lick
Set a pussy nigga up and get him for his fucking grip
Or run up in his fucking crib and get him for his latest shit
Tie his bitch up if she got problems with me taking shit
And take my gun out put it by her pussy and just play with it
Pawn the shit I got and take the money to the drug spot
Smoke the earnings up and then be looking for the next knock
Justified my lack of self control with Y-O-L-O
Bumping Drake at home, no H-O-M-O
While I was smoking up my next meal
I guess I finally figured out how being stressed feel
Doing all I could I'm tryna get my digits right
[?] I seen the other night
I owe more money than I got that's why my pockets tight
Damn, a nigga really ain't living right

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I'm drunk as fuck, I'm tryna catch a robbery
I hit the same street twice the police might be on to me
Dipping through the bushes cause I seen the neighbours looking
Got a warrant outta state and I ain't tryna see the bookings
Got me booking like I just seen Book 'Em
Feeling like the flash cause I'm still kinda mooking
Got low through the backyards of unsuspecting samaritans
Jetting like I guzzled bout 20 bottles of kerosene, or kerosene
It's just all in my demeanour
To violate the codes and statures of what is penile
I'm screaming out fuck the people, my life is just so illegal
My son he gon' be the sequel, or black beanie no Sigel
Fuck 'em all, I'm just tryna get this paper
Middle finger to the police cause them niggas hate us
I left my grandma's house and said I'll see you later
Now it's seven months later, fuck

[Hook]