REALLY LIVIN’ IT Southern Trill / Pimp-Talk Soul [Spoken Intro] Yeah… This ain’t for everybody, mane. It takes a special type of player to introduce a woman to some knowledge of the game. You can’t just talk it—you gotta live it. Pimp Stank… how ’bout it, mane? [Hook] Really livin’ it how the hoe givin’ it, She follow instructions, so we stay gettin’ it. Do what she told, so it’s everyday sold, Bring it back to a Mack—let it stack, never fold. Really livin’ it how the hoe givin’ it, This game ain’t for everybody livin’ in it. She know the program, bring it straight to the man, No excuses, no confusion—just follow the plan. [Verse 1] I gave her knowledge, introduced her to the game, Told her never lose herself while she buildin’ up the name. Keep your heels high and your conversation low, Never let ’em see you sweat, never let emotions show. She said, “Daddy, what’s the play?” I said, “Handle your position, Stay focused on the mission and follow every instruction.” She don’t waste time, she don’t sit around wishin’, If the door don’t open up, she create her own entrance. She let it stack, then she bring it to the Mack, Understandin’ every lesson, ain’t no question when she back. No chasing behind nothin’, we attract it over here, When the game is understood, everything become clear. [Hook] Really livin’ it how the hoe givin’ it, She follow instructions, so we stay gettin’ it. Do what she told, so it’s everyday sold, Bring it back to a Mack—let it stack, never fold. Really livin’ it how the hoe givin’ it, This game ain’t for everybody livin’ in it. She know the program, bring it straight to the man, No excuses, no confusion—just follow the plan. [Verse 2] My last hoe still tryna pay that out-of-pocket fee, Spent too much time doin’ nothin’, now she wanna blame me. I gave her every opportunity to tighten up the plan, But she thought that pretty face was enough to keep a man. Nah, baby, bring some value when you step inside the room, A flower with no hustle ain’t doin’ nothin’ but takin’ up bloom. You were scrollin’ through your phone while the whole world moved, Now the new one stackin’ paper, got you watchin’ how she groove. Time is money—every minute got a price, If I gotta tell you twice, you ain’t listenin’ right. She was outta pocket, now the fee came due, Can’t collect from the game when the game carried you. [Breakdown] Hold up… let the bass breathe. It ain’t control—it’s discipline. It ain’t just money—it’s principles. If she stand beside a player, she gotta know the difference between lookin’ like the life… and really livin’ it. [Verse 3] I’m smooth with the movement, every step calculated, I don’t argue with confusion—I just leave it where it’s stationed. A real one recognize when she dealin’ with a boss, Every lesson got a price, every failure got a cost. She keep herself together, smellin’ good, lookin’ cold, But her mind worth more than all the diamonds and the gold. She can walk into a room and make the whole place shift, ’Cause I taught her real game ain’t what you take—it’s what you give. We ain’t beggin’ for attention, we command it when we enter, Every time we move, we do somethin’ smooth—remember. From Tennessee down to Texas, let the Cadillac crawl, Pimp Stank talkin’ game—you can learn or lose it all. [Final Hook] Really livin’ it how the hoe givin’ it, She follow instructions, so we stay gettin’ it. Do what she told, so it’s everyday sold, Bring it back to a Mack—let it stack, never fold. Really livin’ it how the hoe givin’ it, Special type of player puttin’ knowledge in it. She know the program, bring it straight to the man— Make your next move your best move… And stick to the plan. [Outro] Yeah… how ’bout it, mane? You can dress like it. You can talk like it. But there’s a difference between pretendin’… and really livin’ it. Pimp Stank Muzik.
