How I’m Living lyrics

[Intro]
Lord be with me
This for that young n*gga that's posted on the block
This for that lil n*gga that's trynna make it to the top
(To the top, yeah)
Salute you I won't stop

[Verse 1]
Look, and ima start this first verse off by saying R.I.P. Dave
Ima keep my dirty ways till they let DDawg out the cage
Nawf side 38 Chippewa where i play
Young n*gga running 'round, I was tryna run the game
And i was always reckless n*gga I was never tamed
Ima ride for my brother I know he would do the same
Load up with them cuttas ima make em feel my pain
Ima make these pus*y b*tches bleed for what yall did Lil Dave
And we done bought so many guns, b*tch we strapped up like the NAVY
I got this b*tch up on me for whoever try to play me
These n*ggas too petty b*tch you need an education
They trynna run B.R. b*tch I'm trynna rule the nation
Sticked you out yo sh*t, I'm a real 38 baby
I'm cruising to the top while you other n*ggas racing
You back i'm concentrated
I'm back and forward pacing, I'm steady meditating
I'm like f*ck a n*gga hating (f*ck a n*gga hatin')
They like 'Youngboy, man you the sickest you the dumbest right now
They like 'Youngboy you bout to blow, you know you bout to get signed
Whole lotta OG's on my page, tell me stay on my grind
Buku hoes be on my top but I ain't waisting my time
[Chorus]
I'm the street's hottest youngin I'm on fire
Straight to the top like a rocket, I won't stop
f*ck whoever not in a minute no, I won't flop
I say I'm hot, I got the ticket, n*gga better realize this how I'm livin'

[Outro]
Yeah, gang, NBA Youngboy, what the f*ck it is, n*gga, I don't need no gun
(b*tch, this how I'm livin')
You know I'm back up in this b*tch, you heard me
You know I'm strapped up in this b*tch
(b*tch, this how I'm livin')
And everybody got they opinion, you think what you think 'bout me
sh*t, I'ma live my life
You know how I'm livin'
Chippewa 38, I'm out that north, you hear me?
I ain't changing for no n*gga
(Yeah, b*tch, this how I'm livin')
(b*tch, this how I'm livin')