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mistah f.a.b. - gettit how u live lyrics

[intro: mistah f.a.b.]
yeah
the big homie dj daryl
yeah
i love you frost, forever
your memory gon’ live on
young ro, it’s a granny, huh

[verse 1: mistah f.a.b.]
and every n-gga in my city got a chopper on him
no life insurance, they ain’t worried ’bout a doctor for him
got caught up with a pistol, now he need a lawyer
them lil’ n-ggas you was runnin’ with ain’t doin’ nothin’ for you
they f-ck around and backdoor you for your main b-tch
should’ve listened to mama, she said they ain’t sh-t
but that’s the life of a brodie when you in these streets
’cause all he wanted was a rollie and some gold t–th
from my side to the east, hedge row, my n-ggas know about this
my young n-gga on parole but he’ll go about this
jumbed off the curb to these streets and he a man, you been a boy
made ten racks last week in a tenderloin
hustle for the profit, i was tryna get up
f-ck ’em if they ain’t with us, they ain’t ridin’ with us
man, this street sh-t sick, young n-ggas is twisted
but i can’t judge you, lil’ bruh, get it how you live it

[chorus: mistah f.a.b.]
he said, “it is what it is, big bro, how i’m livin’
got a baby on the way and i just got out of prison
my po on my d-ck and he keep on trippin'”
i said, “i can’t judge you, cuz, get it how you livin'”
he said, “it is what it is, big bro, how i’m livin’
got a baby on the way and i’m fresh out of prison
my po on my d-ck and that n-gga be trippin'”
i said, “i can’t judge you, bro, get it how you livin'”

[verse 2: frost city]
shootin’ guns at a young age, tryna make hi a name
granny stayed on his back daily, prayin’ for a change
og’s taught him well, youngin, stay in your lane
any problems with these suckers, then i’m uppin’ the thing
had a baby at a young age, sh-t got hard
man they k!lled lil bobby, really left me scarred
and it f-cked the family up, man they fell all apart
it ain’t no sucker sh-t, n-gga, growin’ up in the park
in these streets gettin’ money, gotta have that heart
you shed tears behind them bars, man, you not that hard
i know n-ggas servin’ life, homie, knock that off
keepin’ money on my phone, just accept that call
everything i been through made me who i am today
yeah that boy from the park but that boy don’t play
made it out of situations, should’ve been gone today
still keep the banger on me and the same since pray

[verse 3: young ro]
suckers want my head but the hoes want the bread (yeah)
po still trippin’, i be tryna shake the feds (ooh)
slidin’ on ice, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a sled (nah)
lot of real n-ggas level four, eatin’ spreads (free sam)
raise by the real, we don’t f-ck with the fake (nah)
cut the gr-ss low, watchin’ out for the snakes (ooh)
baby got water, dove in like a lake (dove in)
kicked the door in ’cause we heard he got a safe (got it)
still bang the four to the five to the six (to the six)
still bang the four leaf, i hit quick (ooh)
bet the ten or four, we ain’t worried ’bout sh-t (nah)
spank his whole block, big bruh sent the hit (rrah, rrah)
raised in the mud, i ain’t never had sh-t (never)
walked in the mall like let me grab this (give me this)
too many choppers, can’t even stash it (nah)
too many p’s, can’t even bag it (nah)

- mistah f a b lyrics

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