Freddie Gibbs - Still Livin' 2 lyrics

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Freddie Gibbs - Still Livin' 2 lyrics

What you know boy I'm still livin like a dope dealer And these streets they got no mercy on a broke n***a Gangsta Island so all my n***as gang bangers Girls come get your cook up I came up with the cain slangers And I grew up next door to the dopeman Chevy red CL coupe clean as a coke can DEA been doing surveillance they in the dope van Nowadays they pay Walter Payton that's 34 bands Yea, I'm still living like a jack boy Got your family wrapped up in tape, I'm 'bout the sack boy And I heard it ain't where you from it's where you at boy Make sure every place that I'm at next to the strap boy k**ing em, sh** from these verses put holes in hearses And these truckers need some product to purchase some at their service Used to sale my yellow and nextel play for the chirpers Ain't no doubt we don't check out CTE they close the curtains And I'm still, still livin like a dope dealer Finger on the trigger I ain't taking sh** from no n***a Still, I'm still living like a dope boy Wrapping up the pack of d** traffic what you know boy And I'm still, still livin like a dope dealer Finger on the trigger I ain't taking sh** from no n***a Still, I'm still living like a dope boy Wrapping up the pack of d** traffic what you know boy Still cashing that dope check Guns and contraband on deck Street said that I marked for d**h And might be the one to give smoked next Might f** around might beat it down That a** round and that throat wet You a p**y boy straight cold Tecs Got a hundred rounds b**h hold that b**h hold that, b**h hold up b**h know what that 4 bust Bought a 14 of that straight hard And served every geeker that rolled up That straight trap with no raps with me OT but they pack with me Moonwalking on dope, b**h, I know real n***as on Jackson Street 25th, 49th, cali kush over night Come back to my store dawg but make sure you got your order right And my shop might close up so make sure you put your orders in Just another day another dollar ducking court again Wrapping up the pack of d** traffic watching out Winter summer spring fall n***a shovel snow And if I could I'd dig a tunnel straight to Mexico Pa** me my strap I think the police at my door because I'm