Still Here

Yeah, yeah, unhuh

Made 20 Million
Know it's crazy but this shit true
Big G wack her like dust she was baby blue
Feelin' like goin' might as well
Been a Gemini
Fuck a bad bitch in the back of the seminar
Walk around real Royal with it like an Indian
Nigga want beef, no money? Please come again
I don’t understand no bands, I give no beef
Nigga you a clown I can
Tell cause’ her asscheeks
Bro them smokin big pounds like a sea brief
Talkin’ real slow because the carrots
In a nigga teeth
I don’t give a fuck what they
Sayin if it ain’t guap nigga, hate boat
I ain’t even at the top spot one call
Niggas on your head like a dreadlock
Crack through the deadlock
Fuckin’ like it’s wet lock
Young money bedrock
Bad bitch freckles on her face
Like a carrot top (Aye)
Get your head chopped
Niggas walk around mad? Must be adopted
Opposite of emo, still a hot topic
Cop it, drop it, went out, I rocked it
I’m in the Bentley coupe
Swerve like I lost it
I got a check for two million, I flossed it
Didn’t take my diamonds off
Jumped in the moshpit
I’m with lil set in the hood, I feel safer
I used to fuck dirty bitches out the Mayfair
Ten chocolate hoes and ten vanilla wafers
Ten unannounced the mixed sprees, scorin’ tho
Put em’ on Molly, got these bitches hoein’
Put em’ on Molly, got these bitches goin’
Put em’ on Molly, get that hoe
Away she blowin’ up my phone
Asking’ where I’m goin’
Ask her where the drugs, she say "Coke?"
Nah this shit snorin’
Scorin’ like I’m Jordan
They say "where you been?" Nah
Where I’m goin’?
Been in that cut like a bum
But I’m still here i watched the game but my
Vision is still clear
Look in the mirror, my neck, chandelier
Oh, I got a slut, she don’t want to leave
Take care of her fees and she gon’ go HAM
Make sure she ain’t hot like NBA JAM
She can’t be on fire
I read about it in the Esquire
That’s how you bring down the umpire
Make sure she clean before she get hired
Fuck her from the back and then she get fired
Fuck that
I’m back in this bitch and I’m here to stay
They didn’t give me credit for my shit
So I get my credit another way
I’m writing this shit for
Your favorite rapper
Gettin shit gone like a street trapper
They found out it’s me, that’s a knee slapper
Stop doubting me, all your shit done
Stop doubting me, I’m the jump starter
Raise up the guap like a Kickstarter
I want to touch on the Stalion
I just need a second, I’ll hit from the back
Boy I know it’s a blessing
I just made a confession
I didn’t mean to do it
But I get into it, I’m really intuitive
All of the moves that I
Make they be lucrative i will not liquidate
I’m with this black bitch
Thick like a milkshake
Clap like an earthquake
Stop with the rapping, just do it for sake
I’m in my bag like a plate
Stick to the money that shit be my soulmate
Posted with the gang on the
Block at the home base i’m gettin head
That shit straight like a front lace
Eat up the, babygirl tell them how that taste

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