Really Livin' Like That - T.I.

What it is, y’all?

Yeah, I’m back at it

Blackmatic in the trap, serving crack addicts

Heavy traffic from the street to the back alleys

You want a crack at it?

(MLK, bitch!) (HUH?)

What it is, y’all?

(Gangsta!) Yeah, I’m back at it (Ill!)

What it is, y’all?

Yeah, I’m back at it

Blackmatic in the trap, serving crack addicts (Dramatic!)

Heavy traffic from the street to the back alleys

You want a crack at it?

Or you just?

We not, ‘cause that when bullshit happen

Niggas start static, send a full clip at him

Blow in the attic, hundred thou' at least beneath the mattress

Another hundred with my mama ‘case they kidnap me

Day in, day out, live through the drama, I’ma keep it cracking

Get the best from my connect, I know he keep the packet

Got a girlfriend, I wanna keep her happy

Gucci, Louis bags, she got a bad spending habit

Plus a open case—they tryna throw the book at me

On probation already, let ‘em come and catch me

Think I smell a rat, and I hate snitching with a passion

On my daddy, if he cross my path, I gotta blast him

I ain’t booksmart, but I’m street-savvy

Think I’m stupid?

Swear to God, nigga, keep laughing

I know the lyrics hardcore, and the beat nasty

For the niggas out there really living like that

Homeboy, the streets nasty (Ayy, ayy)

And to the dope dealers, and the blow-flippers (Gangsta!)

Never had a real job (Why?) Go figure

To the dope dealers, and the blow-flippers (Gangsta!)

Never had a real job, and he a go-getter

And to the dope dealers, and the blow-flippers

Never had a real job, he a go-getter

To the dope dealers, and the go-getters

Dope, got that 5−0, double up, nigga!

Yeah!

High-rolling, big money I’m folding

Get at least 23 for the brick I sold him

Last in the trap, but I’m back real early

A million-dollar man, but my clothes still dirty

Ride in a hoopty, yeah, but everybody know

When whoever need work, I’m where everybody go

Niggas stay hungry, so, they waiting on me

When I re-up, I don’t need cash—put my face on it

You need weight, homie?

Well, I keep white

In the hood, late night, like the streetlights

Okay, but peep, right?

It’s a dead end

If you dodge the fed.

pen, well, you dead, then

Either way, can’t drive your cars or spend your bread then

You think I’m lying to you?

Well, go ahead, then

Can’t tell you what you wanna hear, but you keep asking

Man, niggas out there really living like this

Homeboy, the streets nasty

And to the dope dealers, and the blow-flippers

Never had a real job (Why?) Go figure

To the dope dealers, and the blow-flippers

Never had a real job, and he a go-getter

And to the dope dealers, and the blow-flippers

Never had a real job, he a go-getter

To the dope dealers, and the go-getters

Dope, got that 5−0, double up, nigga!

Trendsetter!

This a lifestyle, and a mindstate

Nigga brainwashed, blame it on the crime rate

Or the poorly-funded schools who don’t educate

Graduate, still a fool, teachers let you make

Whatever grade it take to pass—you just another face

For Christ’s sake, how much more of this can brothers take?

The situation never great;

‘least if I’m selling weight

I move my family out the hood and to a better place

And they come take away my freedom, so I let ‘em take it

I sacrifice myself to show my sons a better way

You think I’m out here selling yay' just for the hell of it?

Think you the only one affected by the deficit?

Go ask the president, ‘bout unemployment rates

Before you say I’m doing this for my enjoyment, hey

I know you think we out here trapping ‘cause we wanna be

But it’s the trickle-down effect from the economy

So what you want from me?

Ayy, why you fed up?

You the one that wanted Bush to run America

See what we go through on the news and you just drive past it

But the people out there really living like that

Homeboy, the streets nasty

And to the dope dealers, and the blow-flippers

Never had a real job (Why?) Go figure

To the dope dealers, and the blow-flippers

Never had a real job, and he a go-getter

And to the dope dealers, and the blow-flippers

Never had a real job, he a go-getter

To the dope dealers, and the go-getters

Dope, got that 5−0, double up, nigga!