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letra de living good now - ysr gramz

[intro]
enrgy made this one

[chorus]
sh-t ain’t what it used to be, i’m living good now
atlanta for a week then miami, i miss the hood now
steak and makaroni on my plate, i’m eating good now
i’m finna go to 30 something states, hold the hood down
sh-t ain’t what it used to be, i’m living good now
atlanta for a week then miami, i miss the hood now
steak and makaroni on my plate, i’m eating good now
i’m finna go to 30 something states, hold the hood down

[verse 1]
i’m finna run a big bag up, my son on the way
i might get booked for a show and throw it in your face
a n-gga talking ’bout he finna slide, throw me my k
you ain’t hit n0body when you slid, you had all blanks
i just walked out the bank, with like 20 k
i remember trapping all day, and i ain’t even ate
you can’t get no money when you on your ass, you ain’t got no faith
if it’s monеy on the floor, then i’m on my way
i remеmber we was f-cked up, me and yn jay
i remember i was on the block d-mn near every day
i’ll give this rap sh-t up, give me back [?]
i’ll give a n-gga face shot, if he play with gang
[chorus]
sh-t ain’t what it used to be, i’m living good now
atlanta for a week then miami, i miss the hood now
steak and makaroni on my plate, i’m eating good now
i’m finna go to 30 something states, hold the hood down
sh-t ain’t what it used to be, i’m living good now
atlanta for a week then miami, i miss the hood now
steak and makaroni on my plate, i’m eating good now
i’m finna go to 30 something states, hold the hood down

[verse 2]
hold the hood down, i’ll be back in like 30 days
i know how to get some money, i got 30 ways
i come and clean your whole, hold on, don’t say it like that
i come and clean your whole crib out, like a f-cking maid
[?] he got 20 k’s
i’ll take you way way back, when i had the braids
i was out here beating n-ggas’ ass, when i had the faid
[?] had no money, so i bought two bags of lays
told my n-gga it’s gon’ be ok
we ran that money up, all these b-tches in our f-cking face
chain around my neck, but i’m not a slave
i’m that n-gga without no money, n-gga, i am not a lame
better keep your gun on your hip, it is not a game
lost my n-ggas to the streets sh-t, it is not the same
you spent all your money on that sl-t, you should be ashamed
put his dumb ass on the t, since he want some fame
you gon’ get your dumb ass shot, i am not a stane
i’ma f-ck you one time, b-tch, you is not my main
how the f-ck you asking me for money? you don’t know my name

- ysr gramz

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