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Aye turn me up in my head phones… oh that’s right never mind…
I turn myself up… yeah…
Look, cuz I still got homies trappin/
I still got a few niggas trynna make it out the trenches off of rappin/
And I still ain’t got no love for the law/
I still move with precaution cuz I know these niggas wanna take me off/
And I’m still takin care of my people, cuz nobody gave use shit they watch us
struggle then they lie and say we equal/
I’m still the same nigga Henny sipping out the bottle/
Chasin Ms on my own they ain’t on the shit that I’m on/
Still don’t owe nobody shit so you can keep yo 2 cents/
Still making dollars but the shit you on ain’t making sense/
Still with the same niggas I ain’t do no switching up/
But you still on that petty shit you should just give it up/
Phone talking
Still ducking cops, ducking bullets even potholes/
Still praying to the lord watch the ones who not close/
Still wishing that my grannie and my uncle hank was livin/
I remember when I got that call, shit is still vivid/
Still I rise, people wanna tear me down, proven fact /
But I’m still headed to the top and ou can’t hate on that/
Niggas still goin thru the same shit with they hoe/
They all in feelings on the internet, pitiful/
Still I ain’t trustin shit, that’s as far as I can throw/
People gon get down on you, still a hit you down below/
Still putting niggas on, while I’m trynna hep myself/
If you ever try to cross me it don’t matter you’ll get dealt/
Dif nigga…