Dee Roland - How You Living Lyrics

I'ma paid nigga, you know I'ma get it ohh
I'ma made nigga, you know I'ma get it
Be round plenty choppas And you know that I'm thuggin' in this bitch
I got my guala
A nigga run up on me, I'ma flip his shit
Do this for my momma, you know that I'm bout it

Watch them niggas that you be around, okay? They might be the ones that snake you out
And slime you out today
Thank the Lord that I'm the one of float when
It's a drought today
Okay, let's go
Plugged in like some cable ho
Call me Mr. Neighborhood Dee but I can't save a ho

You know I got paper ho
Servin' to the neighbor homie
Swervin' with my banger on me
Lovin' on my lady homie
Okay, let's go
Streets paid me, you know I'ma get it, ooh Streets made me, you know I'ma flip it, ooh

Came up from the bottom, ain't even need no ladder to get flyer than a pilot
But I make sure I take care all my siblings bitch , baby gotta keep my head on
And I get off in my feelings, thinkin' bout my dead homie
And my daddy say, stop stuntin', nigga, get your bread, homie

Can't write no raps down on no paper, this shit off the dread, homie
I'm dumb, no special ed, casket fresh
Backwood keep punchin' me, shoulda lit my f*ckin' fist
Jumped off in the streets and I got paid, big ole Nike check
Go up off that lean, I damn near crashed damn near had a wreck

Stay off Instagram, I can't be flashin' on the f*ckin net
Okay, let's go Streets paid me, you know I'ma get it, ooh
Streets made me, you know I'ma flip it, ooh Came up from the bottom, and you know that
I'm thuggin' in this bitch, I got my guala
A nigga run up on me ima split his shit

Streets paid me, you know I'ma get it, ooh Streets made me, you know I'ma flip it, ooh
Came up from the bottom, ain't even need no ladder to get flyer than a pilot
But I make sure I take care all my siblings bitch , I say I do this for my momma, you know that I'm bout it
You know I got commas, ran it up no ostrich real young nigga postin' up in the trenches

Know I ain't sippin' my Glock im my britches my Gwop in my britches
Won't say how I'm livin', you know how I'm thuggin', you know how I'm livin
I was broke, but gotta show my ass now
Young money makin' nigga, I'ma walkin cash cow
Come and book me for a show, I bet I hit my, uh, uh

Come and put me for a show, I bet I hit my dance now
Okay, let's go
Streets paid me, you know I'ma get it, ooh Streets made me, you know I'ma flip it, ooh
Came up from the bottom, and you know that I'm thuggin' in this bitch, I got my guala

A nigga run up on me, I'ma split his shit