Ain’t Livin Right Future & Juice WRLD (Ft. Gunna)
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[Intro: Future]
I need therapy, wanna retail today and spend thousands, ayy
I'ma get my head cloudy, don’t wanna have a memory of anything (I'm not goin' anywhere, Nikko)
(You’ll fly too)
Ayy
[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Future]
Put away your problems (Tryna put away my problem)
I don't sell drugs, I cop 'em (I got drugs, can I cop?)
I be livin' life all wrong (I be livin' life wrong)
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin’ right, yeah
I ain’t livin' right, uh, I ain’t livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain’t livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah, oh
[Verse 1: Gunna]
I ain't livin' right (Nah)
We from different sides (Sides)
I done sacrificed, and it made me a mastermind (mastermind)
I done switched lanes, Bentley coupe got frog eyes
We got rich, hey, and I still got mob ties (Got mob ties)
Never sober, I always be high (High)
I be most likely baggin' a nine (Baggin' a nine)
Ain't no question, my niggas gon' ride (Gon' ride)
You a bitch, you throw rocks and go hide (Go hide)
I just mixed the Ciroc and some red (Some red)
Couldn't pick one, it was hard to decide (Hard to decide)
Hit my niece, then I talk to the don (Talk to the don)
Got a new Bentley, the seat can massage (Massage)
In the P.H., just me and my niggas we alright (Alright)
On the P.J., sippin' codeine on long flights (Long flights)
Damn, I forgot her name, only fucked her for one night
To give my Rollies rage, know young Gunna ain't livin' right
I need therapy, wanna retail today and spend thousands, ayy
I'ma get my head cloudy, don’t wanna have a memory of anything (I'm not goin' anywhere, Nikko)
(You’ll fly too)
Ayy
[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Future]
Put away your problems (Tryna put away my problem)
I don't sell drugs, I cop 'em (I got drugs, can I cop?)
I be livin' life all wrong (I be livin' life wrong)
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin’ right, yeah
I ain’t livin' right, uh, I ain’t livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain’t livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah, oh
[Verse 1: Gunna]
I ain't livin' right (Nah)
We from different sides (Sides)
I done sacrificed, and it made me a mastermind (mastermind)
I done switched lanes, Bentley coupe got frog eyes
We got rich, hey, and I still got mob ties (Got mob ties)
Never sober, I always be high (High)
I be most likely baggin' a nine (Baggin' a nine)
Ain't no question, my niggas gon' ride (Gon' ride)
You a bitch, you throw rocks and go hide (Go hide)
I just mixed the Ciroc and some red (Some red)
Couldn't pick one, it was hard to decide (Hard to decide)
Hit my niece, then I talk to the don (Talk to the don)
Got a new Bentley, the seat can massage (Massage)
In the P.H., just me and my niggas we alright (Alright)
On the P.J., sippin' codeine on long flights (Long flights)
Damn, I forgot her name, only fucked her for one night
To give my Rollies rage, know young Gunna ain't livin' right
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