RetcH — Livin Wrong

[Intro] You ever be thinking like you ain't living right? You just wake up in the morning like damn, shit is fucked up Went to sleep last night thinking the same shit Had dreams you wasn't living right, yeah, that life Shit is fucked up...it's whatever though [Hook] I said I know I ain't living right But this world I live in ain't built for niggas like Us, made a nigga get up on this grind But I'm tryna get up out this life of crime But I'm, yeah, not to mention I was born with this dark skin And handed the short end of the bargain But I'm aiming for 2 story appartments And tryna get this space with my last name in the parking [Verse 1] Smoking weed every morning thinking I ain't living right Fucking with these trifling hoes then go home to my bitch at night Finna rob my plug, cause he playing with the fucking price I'm tired of the Chef Boyardee and Ramen Noodles every night Police got me shook, having nightmares of them fucking lights And since I'm popping all this molly, shit is look extra bright The bitch I'm with a nympho, and all she ever want is pipe I couldn't get it up, and now she claiming that she going dyke Told that bitch go 'head, cause she got some wack head And when that bitch be sucking she be sucking like she half dead Fuck her, cause I ain't be with the bullshit That's how it be when fucking 'round with a hood bitch She be screaming and yelling, fussing that hood shit Then turn around and go and give my jimmy a good lick, ha I swear to god this bitch confused, man I don't know what to do Man it's feeling like a lose, like [Hook] [Verse 2] Got all this Ralph Lauren shit, I'm still living wrong as shit I'm still busting stops but now I'm itching for a fucking lick Set a pussy nigga up and get him for his fucking grip Or run up in his fucking crib and get him for his latest shit Tie his bitch up if she got problems with me taking shit And take my gun out put it by her pussy and just play with it Pawn the shit I got and take the money to the drug spot Smoke the earnings up and then be looking for the next knock Justified my lack of self control with Y-O-L-O Bumping Drake at home, no H-O-M-O While I was smoking up my next meal I guess I finally figured out how being stressed feel Doing all I could I'm tryna get my digits right [?] I seen the other night I owe more money than I got that's why my pockets tight Damn, a nigga really ain't living right [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm drunk as fuck, I'm tryna catch a robbery I hit the same street twice the police might be on to me Dipping through the bushes cause I seen the neighbours looking Got a warrant outta state and I ain't tryna see the bookings Got me booking like I just seen Book 'Em Feeling like the flash cause I'm still kinda mooking Got low through the backyards of unsuspecting samaritans Jetting like I guzzled bout 20 bottles of kerosene, or kerosene It's just all in my demeanour To violate the codes and statures of what is penile I'm screaming out fuck the people, my life is just so illegal My son he gon' be the sequel, or black beanie no Sigel Fuck 'em all, I'm just tryna get this paper Middle finger to the police cause them niggas hate us I left my grandma's house and said I'll see you later Now it's seven months later, fuck [Hook]