How We Livin Lyrics - Singles - Joey Fatts

My momma sleep off that bottle 

My pops wet off that sherm 

Finger waves through the perm 

64 on that curb 

One thing he did he got high 

Off the bridges he burn 

Sold dope to get by 

He flipped my momma check on the first 

And then he left her with four kids 

Now she stressing and hurt 

That nigga out there living big 

While we like scum to the earth 

Both of my brothers they were posted off on M 

with that work 

Both of them niggas fucked around and went 

to jail for that work 

This how I'm living how I'm living 

This dough I'm with it 

A young nigga trying to stack a million 

Because we ain't got no hotline to feed the 

children 

But we got some rock dimes stashed in that 

Civic 

Got no time for these bitches 

That nigga gotta get his cheddar 

Been down and out, but I'm trying to get this 

shit together 

Plotting on pounds but right now I'm down to 

serve whatever 

So if you ain't talking cheddar, bitch I'm Helen 

Keller 

Work on the stove 

Man we gotta get it 

Kids need school clothes 

Said it's how my people living 

It's how my people living (Money low) 

It's how my people living (On parole) 

It's how my people living ([?]) 

It's how my people living (Never fold) 

Poor and broke 

So a young nigga gotta die rich 

For the dough 

Hit a nigga with that 45 quick 

For the low 

You can get it nigga if you're shopping 

Selling dope 

So a dead nigga can go buy a Benz 

Like I dreamed about I'm trying to live it out 

With 6 O's up in my bank account 

And checks of large amounts 

Smoking bubble kush by the ounce 

Until I got cotton mouth 

So if you that nigga with that clout 

I'm running in your house 

Where the dope? Where the pounds? 

I need a dollar nigga down 

Robbing niggas like D Bo 

Tuck your shit when I'm around 

Stay 100 like Casino 

Shorty said she love my style 

Jiggy nigga with that yay 

Dog I'm trying to run the town 

Picture like I'm on the mound 

And they be trying to cash out 

Because on the first of the month 

They 'bout to throw my ass out 

So I'm on that cash route to get this money 

up 

Flip a couple packs then I double up 

A nigga ain't shit but a hustler 

I'd turn my own my cousin to a customer and 

that's just because- 

Sleep on the floor 

Roaches in the kitchen 

Gotta leave them lights on 

Said that's how my people living 

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