Getting to Be Like - Juan Gotti

Street life

Yuh

Whoo

Getting to be like

I’m living the street life

Its getting to be like

Thank god this is real life

(Hook)

Its getting to be like

Im living to be right

Getting to be like

Im living the street life

Its getting to be like

Im living to be right

Its getting to be like

Thank god it’s the street life

(Juan Gotti)

Caught in the street life

Packing a heat like

I know this don’t feel right

But I gotta eat right

There ain’t no sense in preaching to me

Preaching to see if I’m gon' be a G

I’ma gonna always be crunk

Always gon' burn up a blunt

Ain’t got no time for no thots

Always gon' smoke when I want

Never come heat up my spot

Never gon' fuck with no cops

I got the plug on the drop

Fuck if you ready or not

Cause I ain’t ready to stop

Money for rent ain’t enough

I got some bills that won’t stop

I got some pills that I pop

— — Pill’s that I pop

(Pop, pop.)

Chasing some money

Trap for a hobby

The only thing that I know

Having some things I buy gold?

Having some things I can show

Getting so lit when I’m throwed

Getting the shit that I’m owed

Getting the shit for a mode

I’m only taking control

Having some cash I can fold

(Hook)

Its getting to be like

Im living to be right

Getting to be like

Im living the street life

Its getting to be like

Im living to be right

Its getting to be like

Thank god it’s the street life

Thank god that I’m me

Thank god I’m out free

Out leading a life

Some homies can’t see

Been out in the streets

These jobs ain’t for me

Clocking these hours

So baby can sleep

I get what we need

— I'm still smoking weed

You still gonna bleed

If you all bout' greed

Thank god I’m a G-

-Know the code of the streets

If I’m flipping some bows, —

-I keep it low key

Don’t need to know me

Or the homies I keep

If we out on the block

Then we out on the creep

— Ain't got no time for no lames

— Ain't got a dime for no dames

Used to be stuck in my ways

Now I stay out n I’m grinding for days

No sleep just to make sure we eat

Mad heat your boy ain’t hit his peak

Kill beats to make green when I speak

Wreck shop then I rinse wash repeat

The only thing that I know

Flipping an 8th to an O

Flipping a zone to a bow

Turning this silver to gold

I’ll never filter my flow

(Hook)

Its getting to be like

Im living to be right

Getting to be like

Im living the street life

Its getting to be like

Im living to be right

Its getting to be like

Thank god it’s the street life