How I’m Living

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] It ain't no comparison and I'm not being arrogant My jewelry game got em staring, but your jewelry games embarrassing Still got that nasal flow, I think I need some Claritin Still keep that white girl me, Kim Kardashian Rap game mastered it, the G-cord, I canceled it Flow hotter than how candles get, a [?] of candle stick If you wanna challenge me, make sure you can handle it Cus It may be a funeral, so gone call the Evangelist Conan man I conquer shit, old school Willy Wonka'd it Candy paint with candy rims, no candy for my Spanish chick Suckas know I'm swagged up but most of y'all are swagger-less Paved the way for East Atlanta, watch what I do after this [Chorus: Gucci Mane & Jim Jones] Well how you living nigga, in the end, I'm doing aight Well aight, ain't great, my shit a movie roll the tape Blow that purple in the air, yea keep it in the sky Doors in the air, while I twist the la-la-la Well how you living nigga, in the end, I'm doing aight Well aight, ain't great, my shit a movie roll the tape Blow that purple in the air, yea keep it in the sky Doors in the air while I twist the la-la-la [Verse 2: Jim Jones] Niggas talk shit, but we getting it Niggas talk foreigns, but we whippin' it Tell your fly girl she gotta, fuck if she sit in it Two seater, but I think three can fit in it We can dip in it And feds want my picture because I'm balling, get a flick of it Treat the game just like my toilet, so I shit in it I'm talking big coupes, 9-11 flip roofs Twenty in my pocket talking birdies on the flip, boost Oh, go hard what I was taught to do So in my lifetime I had a porche or two I'm a slut for fast cars, I'm a porche-titute Imagine what the fuck that car could do [Chorus: Gucci Mane & Jim Jones] Well how you living nigga, in the end, I'm doing aight Well aight, ain't great, my shit a movie roll the tape Blow that purple in the air, yea keep it in the sky Doors in the air, while I twist the la-la-la Well how you living nigga, in the end, I'm doing aight Well aight, ain't great, my shit a movie roll the tape Blow that purple in the air, yea keep it in the sky Doors in the air while I twist the la-la-la [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] I'm prophetic, they go get it You're pathetic, I'm poetic You down bad, I'm up good You regretted and upsetted I'm diesel, you unleaded I'm trues you's [?] No regal just Rolls Royce's for dope boys and Benz coupes My flow's sick I need soup, where's my room, I lost it Getting 50k in with me, but guess what I tossed it I'm the boss of bosses, I make the call, they execute cus I'm calling I park the shit it's walkdown its a new song the street bought it I'm flawless no mistakes, I'm gorgeous on mixtapes So much ice I don't look right [?] Bricksquad it's a sweepstakes, your ice fake, you cheapskate Best chill for your peace sake, squad [?] replay [Chorus: Gucci Mane & Jim Jones] Well how you living nigga, in the end, I'm doing aight Well aight, ain't great, my shit a movie roll the tape Blow that purple in the air, yea keep it in the sky Doors in the air, while I twist the la-la-la Well how you living nigga, in the end, I'm doing aight Well aight, ain't great, my shit a movie roll the tape Blow that purple in the air, yea keep it in the sky Doors in the air while I twist the la-la-la