Ain't Livin Right

[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

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

And they put away my problems

I don't sell drugs, I cop 'em

I be livin' life all 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, oh

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]

Forgiatos spinnin'

They look like my diamonds

Bitch, my Glock got a twin

Man that's two times

I'm on two percs again

Something don't feel right

But this shit real right, slatt

This shit real right? Uh

This that pure white crack

Yo' mom need that

Lord knows she needed them nickel blows to function

This that new Maybach, I'ma speed in it, uh

Roll some tree in it, uh, fuck a freak in it, uh

I'ma do me in it

Timid, all these niggas timid, uh

All these niggas pussy, uh

Codeine in my sippy cup

I chug it, don't sip a lot

Your bitch on my dick a lot

I guess that's not your bitch, uh

Funny, laughing to the bank and it's funny

Perky in my brain, I'm a junkie, uh

Uh, not a dummy, lotta cash

I'm a dummy, I'm a spaz

Chopper leave your ass in the quick past

Everyday I dash to the quick cash

I get that

Gun on my hip, I can't risk that

Desert eagle, I shoot, knock my wrist back

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

And they put away my problems

I don't sell drugs, I cop 'em

I be livin' life all 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, oh

[Outro: Future]

Tryna put away my problems

I got drugs, can I cop?

I've been livin' life wrong

Yeah

Ain't livin' right at all