Still Livin' lyrics

[Freddie Gibbs]

What you know, boy? (x14)

[Verse 1]

I’m still livin' like a dope dealer

And these streets they got no mercy on a broke nigga

Gangsta Island, so all my niggas 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 doin' surveillance, they in the dope van

Nowadays they pay Walter Payton; that’s 34 bands

Yeah, I’m still livin' 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

Killin' them, shit from these verses put hoes 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

[Hook]

And I’m still, still livin' like a dope dealer

Finger on the trigger, I ain’t taking shit from no nigga

Still, I’m still livin' like a dope boy

Wrapping up the pack of drugs, traffic what you know, boy

And I’m still, still livin' like a dope dealer

Finger on the trigger, I ain’t taking shit from no nigga

Still, I’m still livin' like a dope boy

Wrapping up the pack of drugs, traffic what you know, boy

[Verse 2]

Still cashing that dope check

Guns and contraband on deck

Street said that I'm marked for death

And might be the one to get smoked next

Might fuck around, might beat it down

That ass round and that throat wet

You a pussy boy, straight cold TEC's

Got a hundred rounds, bitch, hold that

Bitch, hold that, bitch, hold up

Bitch, 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

Moonwalkin' on dope, bitch

I know real niggas 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

Duckin' court again

Wrappin' up the pack of drugs, traffic watchin' out

Winter, summer, spring, fall

Nigga, shovel snow

And if I could I’d dig a tunnel straight to Mexico

Pass me my strap

I think the police at my door, because I’m…

[Hook]

And I’m still, still livin' like a dope dealer

Finger on the trigger, I ain’t taking shit from no nigga

Still, I’m still livin' like a dope boy

Wrapping up the pack of drugs, traffic what you know, boy

And I’m still, still livin' like a dope dealer

Finger on the trigger, I ain’t taking shit from no nigga

Still, I’m still livin' like a dope boy

Wrapping up the pack of drugs, traffic what you know, boy

• Artist:Freddie Gibbs
• Album:Baby Face Killa