Still Livin' 2 Lyrics - Freddie Gibbs

What you know boy I'm still livin like a dope dealer 

And these streets they got no mercy on a broke nigga 

Gangsta Island so all my niggas gang bangers 

Girls come get your cook up 

I came up with the cain slangers 

And I grew up next door to the dopeman 

Chevy red CL coupe clean as a coke can 

DEA been doing surveillance they in the dope van 

Nowadays they pay Walter Payton that's 34 bands 

Yea, I'm still living like a jack boy 

Got your family wrapped up in tape, I'm 'bout the sack boy 

And I heard it ain't where you from it's where you at boy 

Make sure every place that I'm at next to the strap boy 

Killing em, shit from these verses put holes in hearses 

And these truckers need some product to purchase some at their service 

Used to sale my yellow and nextel play for the chirpers 

Ain't no doubt we don't check out CTE they close the curtains 

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And I'm still, still livin like a dope dealer 

Finger on the trigger I ain't taking shit from no nigga 

Still, I'm still living like a dope boy 

Wrapping up the pack of drugs traffic what you know boy 

And I'm still, still livin like a dope dealer 

Finger on the trigger I ain't taking shit from no nigga 

Still, I'm still living like a dope boy 

Wrapping up the pack of drugs traffic what you know boy 

Still cashing that dope check 

Guns and contraband on deck 

Street said that I marked for death 

And might be the one to give smoked next 

Might fuck around might beat it down 

That ass round and that throat wet 

You a pussy boy straight cold Tecs 

Got a hundred rounds bitch hold that 

Bitch hold that, bitch hold up 

Bitch know what that 4 bust 

Bought a 14 of that straight hard 

And served every geeker that rolled up 

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That straight trap with no raps with me 

OT but they pack with me 

Moonwalking on dope, bitch, I know real niggas on Jackson Street 

25th, 49th, cali kush over night 

Come back to my store dawg but make sure you got your order right 

And my shop might close up so make sure you put your orders in 

Just another day another dollar ducking court again 

Wrapping up the pack of drugs traffic watching out 

Winter summer spring fall nigga shovel snow 

And if I could I'd dig a tunnel straight to Mexico 

Pass me my strap I think the police at my door because I'm