Lyrics Still Living Wrong - BankrollReese

I say I ah walk a nigga down I ain't even got the patience
Where was niggas at when we was trappin outta vacants
Drac hit hard but this bitch lightweight Gervonta Davis
It ain't a time that I seen some I want and I ain't take it

Faking that's what Reese be doin let em tell it
Hating that's what niggas do when they be jealous
I'm waitin on you to send a diss so I can mail it
I ain't talkin bout no letter I send bullets get a helmet

Oouuu shit let me catch em in that whip We gone trail it
Catch you with that bitch tryna drive that boat and we gone sail it
Got a bow of Gary on me I ain't even tryna sell it
Where you at oh you say need a ounce don't need to scale it

Swear I love counting Frank's but I keep bout 50 Drew's
How the fuck they talkin pape ain't never seen 50 blues
Threw my baby in balenci woulda did some jimmy choos
If She Want it imma get it in the mall it's pick and choose

I be droppin all the time but my fans be wanting mo
But I'm still the same nigga still be at the corner sto
White hoes from high school they like Reese your gonna blow
Bitch till then what you tryna cop some some crud or some blow

I'm the nigga that I wanna be
Yeah they know my bitch from the west I'm really from the East
Oh you say you tryna make some money tell her come wit me
Oh them niggas talkin bitch imma tryna roll another leaf

Fuck it lets have a bonfire
I heard dawg bone was talkin wet now his jaw wired
I'm the under dog but put in work to get my dog higher
You a lil dawg ain't got no work they say the dog fire

Same young nigga who had barlow full of fiends
Oh you tryna run with us put in work this shit a team
Who the fuck thought I could make it off a rap its still a dream
Who the fuck thought I would make it out the trap this shit Kareem

Cause I done made it off of hooks
Potato on the barrel I'm gone bake em den he cooked
My life a real story could made this shit a book
Got some family tryna snake me made a way and niggas looked

Still be posted on the block like I ain't worth bout a M alone
Was crossing niggas on the court I left the gym alone
21 on they 3-2 like I'm tim Malone
Yo bitch say imma dog but she a bitch so imma give her bone

Yea I run wit pits I keep my stick you know his shit at home
You ah catch me sliding in a range but I'm still living wrong
I ain't really mad this shit the game these niggas live it wrong
He got out his top then got it blew and now his ceiling gone