Still Me (2016 Freestyle)

(Yea, yea)
(Woah woah)
(Yung pinch in this hoe)
(Ah shawty)
(Aye, aye)

You could compare to whoever bitch I'm still gon be me
Still gon put on for my city make em come to the beach
All these boys keep on hating but they wanna be me
I just did my own thing and I stuck to my dreams (yea)
Some homies stuck to they guns
Some homies smoke through them trees
My parents stuck on them drugs (yea)
They is still stuck in the streets
I had to focus on me
I had to grow up in weeks

Grandpa told me you can do what ever boy swear to God just believe
Lost him at eleven
Pray to God he's in heaven
Bet he's watching me still (yea)
Risk it all and hit seven
Shit
I'm comin up on ya'll
Money start to get long
I can't do no wrong (yea)
Palms itching get sweaty
Bitches need they fetti
Go and get me that bag girl after that get ready

I'm goin out goin up
Baby we gon do it big
They can't do it like us (yea)
They ain't never do shit
Love the life that I live
Live the life that I love
But everything ain't how it seems yea reality's fucked up
Granny worried bout bills
Old homies off pills
News channels can't chill
People out here gettin killed
Damn
Shit been goin down hill
That's just really how I feel
All this shit like common sense
Plus the politics ain't real
Prolly why I smoke bud
Prolly why I'm up to no good
Shit
I'm just doin what I should
Prolly why they always get it twisted never really understood
Worked my way to the top
Always knew that I should
(Yea)
Go hard or go home
Get the money lie low
That's just how this shit go (ho)
(Yea yea)
Someone knockin at the door
If its momma let me know (ho)
(Yea yea)
This the realist shit I ever wrote
The realist shit I ever spoke
Every bar you can cope

You can compare me to whoever bitch I'm still gon be me (yea yea)
Bitch I'm still gon be me (woah woah)
You can compare me to whoever bitch I'm still gon be me (yea)
Bitch I'm still gon be me (woah woah)
Bitch I'm still gon be me
Bitch I'm still gon be me
You can compare me to whoever bitch I'm still gon be me
Bitch I'm still gon be me

You ain't really know blake all you know bouts pinch
You ain't got what it takes you just ridin the bench
I was grindin makin hits
While you was likin my pics
And all that shit you was talkin made me swing for the fence
So keep on talkin baby I got hunnits to get
And I ain't just a one hit wonder think I gotta convince (uh yea ho)
Baby I ain't with that drama and shit
Keep that love comin my way all that other shit is fake
I got new problems like every other day
Man its, shits crazy how much everythign can change
Now if you ain't fuckin with me you got nothin else to say
(Oh woah)
(Ain't nothin else to say)