T.I. — Really Livin Like That

[Tease: 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!) [Verse 1: T.I.] 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 [act alley?]? We not [rally?], ‘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) [Hook: T.I.] 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! [Verse 2: T.I.] 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 [Hook: T.I.] 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! [Verse 3: T.I.] 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 [Hook: T.I.] 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!