Still Here

Street life killed my daddy

Got my momma pregnant in the back of a caddy

Since i lost my first tooth i ain't been happy

Young wild nigga child why that boy is so nappy

He got that devil in 'im

Police wanna take him down

Used to be a player but the coochie cost money now

He ain't to bright but he know a trap when he see one

Got is conscious in his pants with his gun

Seventeen years of rain foggin up my windows (yeah)

It done been seventeen years of pain

But i'm still here though

Seventeen years of rain foggin up my window (yeah)

It done been seventeen years of pain but i'm still here though

Shoe box full of pictures

All that's left of good times i shared with my niggas

Some alive and some no longer with us

How da, how da, how da hell do you pray for forgiveness

When you got devil in you

Rogain keeps the hair strong but Cocain keeps the cable on

I can't wait till my nigga jb come home

Why do all the real niggas stay gone so long

Seventeen years of rain foggin up my window (yeah)

It done been seventeen years of pain

But i'm still here though

Seventeen years of rain foggin up my window

It done been seventeen years of pain but i'm still here though

Even though a nigga still in the hood

Gettin drunk and smokin on wood

I'ma make it up out of this street life

On the corner is where i stood

Out there all by myself

Cuz a player gotta get this mil

Wearin fur ain't doin us no good

Flippin burgers ain't gonn make you filled

But i'm still ten toes in this Hustlin tryna make hood rich

And i still ain't trustin no bitch Cuz the mother fuckers always snitch

Its hard in this ghetto man

Fifteen years old with coke and caine

Cheese don't come i'ma go insane Snatch me a purse snatch me a chain

Out here on the block with the fiends and the moon

Squeeze on the glock tryna pop at a goon

He done stole my dough he took my food

Project wasn't born with a silver spoon

In my mouth in my grill wear six chain then niggas get killed

One in the grave the other in jail

Nobody wins thats fo' real

Back way when i was a runny nose

runnin round

Up and down the town

Carrying a black glock and a gold frown

I kept that product on me

It wasn't no problem homie

You said it i had it and met you if you stole my money

Just tryna buy bologna but now i'm buying lobster

Still totin a glock but pusing a rolls rouce and winning oscars