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Still Here (feat. Three 6 Mafia and Project Pat)

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It's that man again

Some people have heard of him as a hustler

Hell, hope live, reallyStreet 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 I'm 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 gunSeventeen 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 windows, yeah

It done been seventeen years of pain but I'm still here thoughShoe box full of pictures

All that's left of good times I've 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 cocaine 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 windows, yeah

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

Seventeen years of rain foggin' up my windows, yeah

It done been seventeen years of pain but I'm still here thoughEven 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 'cause a player gotta get this mil

Wearin' fur ain't doin' us no good flippin' burgers ain't gon' make you filledBut I'm still ten toes in this hustlin' tryna make hood rich

And I still ain't trustin' no bitch 'cause the mother fuckers always snitch

It's hard in this ghetto man fifteen years old with coke and cane

Cheese don't come I'ma go insane snatch me a purse, snatch me a chainOut 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 spoonIn 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 frownI 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 pushing a Rolls Royce and winning OscarsYeah, 365 Mafia, Project Pat, Lyfe Jennings

If you can believe, you can achieve every damn bug

'Round us a good day, yeahSeventeen 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 windows, yeah

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

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