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NoCap - Still Me (Official Music Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NoCap
NoCap
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kobe Crawford
Kobe Crawford
Songwriter
Thomas Edward Stokes
Thomas Edward Stokes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CashMoneyAp
CashMoneyAp
Producer
Felipe S
Felipe S
Producer
Paul Ian Bailey
Paul Ian Bailey
Recording Engineer
Audio Jacc
Audio Jacc
Producer
Manohmanfoster
Manohmanfoster
Producer

Letra

CashMoneyAP Ayy If they really had love, they would've showed me They hate what I'm doin' 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 rappin' serious, I had to make my own decision He prolly ain't fuckin' with me 'Cause he know he ain't fuckin' with me In the booth right now, I'm off a pill, If I ain't do nothin', 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 sayin' anything It was far away, I didn't see it, I watched the closest change They prolly just rappin', I really got niggas in the can They prolly just rappin', I really got some dead friends (Ayy) I'm cryin' fire, feel like my tears burnin' 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 leavin' shell casings Not on the mic, then I'm in the hood With all my jewelry on and my pockets full Totin' 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 doin' 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
Writer(s): Alex Petit, Kobe Crawford, Felipe Espana Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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