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Still Me

 

Still Me

(album: The Hood Dictionary - 2019)


CashMoneyAP
Ayy

If they really had love, they would've showed me
They hate what I'm doing now, they would love to see the old me
If I gotta go back to jail, I know my family straight
If I gotta go back to jail, I know my lawyer paid (Ayy)
I burn this money, burn this fame, I'll still be the same nigga
Take off this watch, take off this chain, I'll still be the same nigga

Ayy, came home from jail, took rapping serious, I had to make my own decision
He prolly ain't fucking with me 'cause he know he ain't fucking with me
In the booth right now, I'm off a pill, if I ain't do nothing, I kept it real
My heart'll prolly get me killed (Ayy, ayy)
Permanent, this ain't no grill, sometimes I wish that C-Lo lived
Sometimes I wish that Fred was here (Ayy, ayy)
Crawford still up seven years, Lil Joe had come home from a year
I told him it was up from here (Ayy)
She wanted Percocets, I gave her all Xans
They tried to hold me back, but it was God-planned
Hate the position that I'm in, they saying anything
It was far away, I didn't see it, I watched the closest change
They prolly just rapping, I really got niggas in the can
They prolly just rapping, I really got some dead friends (Ayy)
I'm crying fire, feel like my tears burning
Know the streets got rules, how the hell you turnin'?
Tell the opps I got some paper, I hope that they don't make me spend it
Trap house, it was vacant, we still got some paper in it
Same conversation, just different locations
When it's smoke, don't leave a witness, we just leaving shell casings
Not on the mic, then I'm in the hood
With all my jewelry on and my pockets full
Toting poles, not the ones come from Magic
I made it out, I know the devil thought he had me

If they really had love, they would've showed me
They hate what I'm doing now, they would love to see the old me
If I gotta go back to jail, I know my family straight
If I gotta go back to jail, I know my lawyer paid (Ayy)
I burn this money, burn this fame, I'll still be the same nigga
Take off this watch, take off this chain, I'll still be the same nigga

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