I Live That

[Verse 1: Trizz] Talk that shit, get rocked to sleep! i cut niggas they pop the heat I’m paid as fuck but talk is cheap, move real quiet, cus the loudest weak Out here smoking on the loudest tree, killa kali nigga who wild as we Nobody bitch, we down to creep on niggas who live right down the street Its real out here, nigga fuck y’all, get killed out here, niggas ducked off Prices on heads, get cut off, tryna act hard…get fucked off South Side Cali to the ATL. gettin paid as hell, we paid to scale Off caine we sell, cuz me made to fail, n we don’t trust shit niggas paid to tell And u niggas don’t want it, I’m coming to getchu I’m on it, fuck u niggas Who be talking that shit and be hella phony, niggas actin like we homies Muthafucka u don’t know me, all u pussy niggas owe me, u a rida nigga show me! Neva stress ova bitch niggas, only ride wit my bitch, nigga….ridin around gettin rich Nigga, low key like a snitch nigga My mind stay state fucked up, always drunk n high stay fucked , diss my camp get Fucked up, back down, got me fucked up Young n dumb but smart as fuck, they hate on me cuz I’m hard as fuck And these niggas trash, garbage trucks, fuck any niggas that target us [Hook: Trizz] Its fucked up where I live at, hood life, I live that Respect u gotta give that if u want it back where I live at This old shit, i been strapped, get robbed go get it back Sit back wit all the chit chat or yo life we end that [Verse 2: Rittz] Lil homie just got murdered for a pair of J's, now his parents gotta bury they son Cuz the young muthafucka pulled his and shot'em to get his shoes, lookin where he lays What a waste, man the world can be a scary place, life passin by the wind don't let it marinate Seen a hustler gettin paid, watch his head inflate, tryna play Superman, and wear his cape He afraid starin at his face ??? Wait! let me narrate, we used to carry blades back in 10th grade Homie got shanked, a couple years past and ????? got shot point blank, in the head Cuz he forgot he was swimmin in a shark tank, put on yo war paint, homie yo car ain't Bulletproof, pull up to yo house in the broad day, you get robbed cuz you talkin You flossin! you coughin up blood, prayin to God up in the drive way! Homicide! They shoot to kill! its too for real, they plottin on ya shoes, ya pills, ya lose ya wheels And it don't matter who ya is, a shooter, lose its coo you might lose a limb or lose ya life Its ova, he's goner now, murder murder terminator, John Connor style, my homie Trizz said they on his scalp, they keep on playin we gone have to bring them muthafuckin choppers out cuz its fucked up Where I live at!! [Hook] x2