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!