They Figure I Live

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[Verse 1]
[F]Ayy,
I'ma have to keep it so real on [G]this one
I think people fail to realize that
Outside [Am]is rap music
We still the same people that
experience everything
Everybody going through night
Hold on, let me talk to you
Ayy, you know the feeling
when your face hit a cloud
And all [F]the hopes seem gone
when your self esteem die
An[G]d you ain't even got
a nickel or a dime
But your [Am]rent fell through
and you got a dry mind
I done wrote that book more
times than I thought I had to
But I'm still dope
With the spirit like I never had and not have
A cold shower when I wanted me a hot bath
A good meal every now and again
And I done [F]ran through the
dollar menu with a ten
And still [G]had some left for the next day
And I [Am]know
God look out, and I ain't even thank grace
I feel bad like how the head bless me
People doin' worse than
I, pray every week
But it ain't anybody,
but it don't deserve a nine
I feel enumbered from a personal spot
Some old folks that I knew when I was
standin' on the conference stage
[F]Said when I [G]came up, [F]nah man,
I'm pretty straight
I mean the [G]phone be a pass,
my lil' boy got [Am]tired
And I got another album on the way
And he was like, I know you had a
G
Looked at my phone like that,
we got the same
Sprint
I said I'm from the same place as you do
Even if the cop used to be this cool
I still wonder why
Well the thing I [G]live, thing I [F]live
[G]Made me act like I ain't got bills
I [Am]never been poor, I ain't from here
Well the thing I live, thing I live
Made me say that my shit don't stink
When it finally looks real,
no better than this
Well the thing I [G]live, thing I [Dm]live
[F]Mad[G]e me act like I ain't got bills
So I [Am]never been poor, I ain't from here
Boy, they think I [G]live, [Am]think I live
Never seen if a shit done stank
when it finally spent on
Bentley
Nils
They think I live,
like them motherfuckers live out in
Beverly
Hills
[G]See that man on the corner
sellin' crike to that [Am]fiend
Shit, my life ain't no [G]better than his
[Am]I still got bills, that the rap don't pay,
so I'm back sellin' yay
In a black on black
Chevrolet, with black tents
Ain't look back since I met
them dudes [F]with them
Jamaican accents
Put a bird in my hand on face
Pray to
[G]God I don't catch no case
Respect my mind,
I keep mine on my waistline
[Am]Ride to the baseline, catch a case,
I'ma face mine
Lotta y 'all niggas do the crime,
but you can't do the time
Pussy niggas drop dime,
is your homeboy real?
Guess that's why they say time will [F]tell
When he sittin' in that county jail,
facin' [G]all that time
Is he gon' stay [Am]real,
or is he gon' [G]squeal?
He'll [Am]probably do,
like a lot of y 'all did
Niggas can't do no bids,
what about my wife and my kids?
Shit, look at all my homeboys,
them crockers, them kids
Guess I gotta stand in the paint
till them boys come home
And [G]rap for them through my phones
Niggas must think I'm a saint,
can't do no wrong
[Am]Shit, I'm on the flesh and bone with a hook,
come on
Well, the [F]thing I live, thing I [Dm]live
[F]They be [G]actin' like I ain't got bills
I never been poor, I ain't from here
[Am]Well, the thing I [G]live, [Am]thing I live
Maybe sayin' that my
shit don't stink
When it finally don't smell
no better than this
Well, the thing I [Dm]live, [G]thing I liv[Dm]e
[G]They be actin' like I ain't got bills
I [Am]nev er been poor, I ain't from h[G]ere[Am]
Boy, the thing I [G]live, thing I [Am]live
Nigga, see, nigga, she don't stink
When it pop,
niggas can't no better than this
Shit, this who I [G]am
Standing in the kitchen
cooking [F]bricks and [G]grams
The life that I live will live for glitz and glam
[Am]Going [G]to the feds,[Am] boy, I'll[G] be damned
[Am]Everything I do, nigga, I do it for the fam
After this hit, nigga, I'm going straight ham
I turned to the mic, I thought I forgot, bam
It's fucked up how my
dawg got jammed
The life that I live, only
God [G]can judge me
Get caught with this brick, only
[F]God can fuck me
[G]Prayin' to the man on the call,
[Am]I trust him
Hand on my head,
I can't let a nigga bust me
Criticized cause I don't live
like the white folks
Where's none shit,
you gotta be cutthroat
Rotodike, better shoot it
with your best, bro
Every day, niggas goin'
for the guts, though
Go hard, gotta [Dm]watch for
[F]the interference
[G]Indictment [F]time,
they gon' hit you with racketeer[G]ing
That's how it go when
the crime been [Am]organized
Watch who you serve,
they [G]be workin' for [Am]them other guys
Everything been record,
yeah, them [G]niggas wild
[Am]I'm sick of this life, yeah,
I'm gettin' tired
I'ma sell bricks till the day I die
Try to go hard so I figure out
Well, the thing I [G]live, live, thing I [Dm]live, live
[G]Make me act like I ain't got bills
I [Am]never been poor, I ain't from [G]here[Am]
Well, the thing I live, live, thing I live,
Make me say that my shit don't stink
When I find a nice man,
no better than this
Well, the thing I [Dm]live, [G]live, thing I liv[Dm]e,[F]
[G]Make me act like I ain't got bills
I [Am]nev er been poor, I ain't from here
Well, the thing I [G]live, live, [Am]thing I live, live
Make me say that my shit don't stink

[Outro 1]
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