[Chorus: F.Dot]
I really lived that, I really lived that
Them niggas talk about it, but I really did that
I really lived that, I really lived that
Them niggas talk about it, but I really did that
[Post-Chorus: F. Dot]
I really lived that, really ran these streets, never took a day off
I really lived that, really put in work, the shit got to pay off
I really lived that, really ran these streets, never took a day off
I really lived that, really put in work, the shit got to pay off
I really lived that
[Verse 1: F.Dot]
What y'all know about shootin' at a nigga? (Huh?)
Police runnin' all up in your crib
What y'all know about thirty-two-shot TECs?
Thirty-shot Ninas with the rainbow steel? (Nothin')
Y'all don't know about [?], about bricks
Y'all niggas ain't never been to war in that field (Nope)
Y'all don't know about F.Dot lifе
I swear everything I rap I livе (Real)
Nigga, I done stood on the block with the work
I done ran through the slums, made stacks with the villains
With a whole pack of pills, whole pound of Gorilla
No concerts, still clap at a nigga (Bah)
No waterparks, steel wet a nigga (Yep)
Plus, I got hoes that'll set a nigga up (Yep)
Mossberg pump that'll tear a nigga up
Lay a bitch nigga down, paramedics get him up
Y'all don't know my lil' niggas (Taylors), minors shootin' their ass off
Got big bangers, robbin' niggas broad day with the mask off
We in the streets like asphalt, fuck rap, dawg, I really did it
Them pussy niggas just talk about it, I'm tellin' y'all, I really lived it
[Chorus: F.Dot]
I really lived that, I really lived that
Them niggas talk about it, but I really did that
I really lived that, I really lived that
Them niggas talk about it, but I really did that
[Post-Chorus: F.Dot]
I really lived that, really ran these streets, never took a day off
I really lived that, really put in work, the shit got to pay off
I really lived that, really ran these streets, never took a day off
I really lived that, really put in work, the shit got to pay off
I really lived that
[Verse 2: J. Chriss]
Young-ass nigga in the street stay thuggin'
Whack you so quick, laid out, still muggin'
Ain't no budgin', think nothin' of it
If the walls talk, I'll be so busted (Busted)
That boy sound nutty
Stay with the cannon, my drumline ugly
Starin' at your ass and that bass get to pumpin'
That's how it sound when the bricks get to bussin' (Bussin')
Gotta come up with a plan
Come up with a plan to get money in my hand
Started sellin' work to the Js on the land
Fuck a 9 to 5, got paid in advance
Playin' with the bumpers, yeah, it stayed on me, man
'Til the boys came, so a nigga had ran
Threw it on the roof, but the bitch didn't land
So a nigga got slammed, I fucked up, damn
[Chorus: F.Dot & Choppa Da Goon]
I really lived that, I really lived that
Them niggas talk about it, but I really did that
I really lived that, I really lived that
Them niggas talk about it (Buck 20), but I really did that
I really lived that
[Verse 3: Choppa Da Goon]
Buck 20 ain't playin', boy (Nah), lil' Choppa, I go hard
Catch me by myself, nigga, that's bad on your part (Your part)
Got bang on me like a birthmark (Get it), a couple goons in my background
You backbitin' bitch-ass niggas, I go [?] in Chi-Town
I'm back down (Down), gettin' paper
Ain't shit changed to the Robert Taylors
Middle fingers up like, "Fuck the haters" (Fuck 'em)
Caught a nigga slippin' on the elevator
Snitched on me, now I'm five years facin'
Choppa gon' get this shit poppin' like bacon (Bah)
Air your mama crib out, now the shit vacant
Hollow tips got a nigga whole body aching
Ain't no bitch that I ain't seen naked
Buck 20 Brick Boyz, crew gotta make it
Second chance, no, Choppa don't give that (Unh-uh)
Life of a thug nigga, Choppa really live that
Ain't no bitch that I ain't seen naked
Buck 20 Brick Boyz, crew gotta make it
Second chance, no, Choppa don't give that (Unh-uh)
Life of a thug nigga, Choppa really live that (Bitch)
[Chorus: F.Dot]
I really lived that, I really lived that
Them niggas talk about it, but I really did that
I really lived that
[Verse 4: Billionaire Black]
You know I been gettin' money, been movin' packs
Y'all just talk about it while I live that
And I'm always stuntin', you know a nigga real
Nine with a rubber grip, stainless steel
Wave "Hi" to the haters, sharp like a razor
Heater on deck, somethin' like a radiator
I'm a paper chaser, Buck 20 up next
You niggas got me fucked up like oral sex
And everything I spit true, never been false
All you other niggas only spit what you saw
Yeah, nigga, I'm the shit, call me "Mr. Toilet Bowl"
Buck 20 the money squad, nigga, cash don't fold
Pussy-ass nigga, you ain't never moved a O
Never cooked the white or stood over the stove
You ain't never bagged up, then post on the block
All we got is raw, so we call it "straight drop"
And it's money over bitches, so it's money in my mind
Cashew shells, go nutty over mine
Got a thirty-round clip stuffed in my nine
I really did this, y'all pussy niggas lyin'
And it's money over bitches, so it's money in my mind
Cashew shells, go nutty over mine
Got a thirty-round clip stuffed in my nine
I really did this, y'all pussy niggas lyin'
