Still Here

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd] Instead of being cremated look what y'all created Tell me, have you seen it lately? Never thought I'd see the day when everybody hating Make a nigga lay you down like you're planking Boy, don't move, I won't even see you blinking I got a dark mind, but it just keeps light blinking They say 2Pac back when I'm on the scene He got hits, [?] in the trap [?] on my lap, motherfuck giving daps I ain't fucking with you niggas, word to my nuttsack Better run, get your gat, rest in peace [?] Niggas still ride strap, came with the shoulder strap When your face gеt slapped, you can Facebook that I nevеr fronted on my niggas, or turned my back I want these niggas to nap, man, it is what it is Because I could get you capped like I work at [?] I'm tryna stay away from you clown niggas When I'm coming up, you just wanna be down niggas Tryna keep the team strong like brown liquor You ain't in my circle, why you around, nigga? [Chorus: Kidd Kidd & 50 Cent] What happened to the team? It was so supreme Since Wu-Tang, we been getting this cream I been [?] boy livin' a millionaire's dream Sorry it ain't turned out like Luther King's dream I keep dreaming away Seems that I just can't get away from here In my sleep or awake Wake up and I'm still here [Verse 2: Kidd Kidd] Tryna get my family out the hood quick 'Cause I ain't want them caught up in my bullshit My mama at the same house a nigga slug me at So I gotta get her outta there, in case they double back This is all fact, this ain't all rap Hope my lil' brother strapped before it be a rap And plus they wanna rock my nigga I know my dawg hot but I'm still riding with him I ain't jumping out the car like [?] nigga Screaming, "Fuck me", what you gay, nigga? You can take it how you wanna take it, nigga We can take it to any destination, nigga This ain't how it gotta be, this how you made it, nigga And I ain't made it nigga, I'm just not a lazy nigga Just because I got a big bankroll Niggas turned on me, like [?] [Chorus: Kidd Kidd & 50 Cent] What happened to the team? It was so supreme Since Wu-Tang, we been getting this cream I been [?] boy livin' a millionaire's dream Sorry it ain't turned out like Luther King's dream I keep dreaming away Seems that I just can't get away from here In my sleep or awake Wake up and I'm still here [Verse 3: Tyson] Left hand on the bible, right on the rifle Lord knows my intentions are homicidal 365 a year, it's the same cycle Money, drugs and murder in the same title Real shit from a real nigga to another Slow money ain't no money to a hustler Get money quick, fast money, Blood money Brown paper bag, rubber band, drug money Dropped outta school, moms locked me out her house Finding scales in the closet, choppers hanging out the couch I got clout, with real niggas on the payroll So if I catch a fed case, case closed, uh I see these pussy niggas straight hoes So we clap them up, and wrap them up like eggrolls Heard you got that work, what you talking to them feds though? Jack his ass and wack him, and leave tag-toed [Chorus: Kidd Kidd & 50 Cent] What happened to the team? It was so supreme Since Wu-Tang, we been getting this cream I been [?] boy livin' a millionaire's dream Sorry it ain't turned out like Luther King's dream I keep dreaming away Seems that I just can't get away from here In my sleep or awake Wake up and I'm still here