Still Do It

Lyrics

[Chorus: OTB Fastlane] I know how it feel to be fucked up, it don't feel good I know how to feel to lose it all, and it don't feel good You say you wanna be rich, dawg, get on your grind, you still do it [?] sold crack, trapping [?] still do it Swang, and I swang to the left Watch me swang [?] my trunk [?] I still do it Swang, and I swang to the left [?] my trunk [?] I still do it [Verse 1: Lil' Keke] Real nigga came from nothing, I'm used to it I ain't mad 'bout my guilty past, I still do it The slab right in front of the driveway, Sunday evening Remember being so fucked up, they kept leaving Leather soft, top pealed off, the moader [?] Pull up on the set of them [?] any season The don, I just killing them people, know they greeving I ball for when I lost it all, so that's thе reason [?] niggas [?] large amount 'Cause I know how it feel with a million to count Candy looking likе some transmition fluid Summertime coming around, I still do it [Chorus: OTB Fastlane] I know how it feel to be fucked up, it don't feel good I know how to feel to lose it all, and it don't feel good You say you wanna be rich, dawg, get on your grind, you still do it [?] sold crack, trapping [?] still do it Swang, and I swang to the left Watch me swang [?] my trunk [?] I still do it Swang, and I swang to the left [?] my trunk [?] I still do it [Verse 2: Slim Thug] Raised on that north, so I'm a natural born hustler Survived outside, everybody tryna bust ya Can't be a south busta, they'll run through you fast Ain't nobody give a shit, gotta get up off your ass Mom and dad homes, only seen that shit on TV Mama working 12 hours a day, man, she need me Sold weed, sold drank, started selling CD's Always need mine, can't aford to do the freebee's Thugger always keep it G, low key stacking One deep for the pack, looking for some action [Verse 3: Killa Kyleon] I was down bad, it ain't feel good Now I'm up, doing real good My kids straight, my mama too and my bills good Took rich just to get rewarded, let me thank the hood that I live good God too, he got me counting blessings, let me thank him that I'm still good On 15's when I step up, shooter with me like Steph, yep Pop trunk [?] I'm a real hustler, that's self help [?] my pockets full, only thing is I need my belt help I done been broke, seen hard times, I ain't seen jesus or felt death [?] ain't going back, so I'm still grinding like I just left Cuban [?] to the bank [?] hundred million dollars my next step To my last breath, I'ma get it, nigga