AC3Beats - I Live That lyrics

[Verse 1: Trizz] Talk that sh**, get rocked to sleep! i cut n***as they pop the heat I'm paid as f** but talk is cheap, move real quiet, cus the loudest weak Out here smoking on the loudest tree, k**a kali n***a who wild as we Nobody b**h, we down to creep on n***as who live right down the street Its real out here, n***a f** y'all, get k**ed out here, n***as ducked off Prices on heads, get cut off, tryna act hard…get f**ed 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 sh** n***as paid to tell And u n***as don't want it, I'm coming to getchu I'm on it, f** u n***as Who be talking that sh** and be hella phony, n***as actin like we homies Muthaf**a u don't know me, all u p**y n***as owe me, u a rida n***a show me! Neva stress ova b**h n***as, only ride wit my b**h, n***a….ridin around gettin rich n***a, low key like a snitch n***a My mind stay state f**ed up, always drunk n high stay f**ed , diss my camp get f**ed up, back down, got me f**ed up Young n dumb but smart as f**, they hate on me cuz I'm hard as f** And these n***as trash, garbage trucks, f** any n***as that target us [Hook: Trizz] Its f**ed 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 sh**, 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 muthaf**a 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 pa**in 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 k**! 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 muthaf**in choppers out cuz its f**ed up Where I live at!! [Hook] x2