Aye turn me up in my head phones....oh that’s right never mind.......

I turn myself up.....yeah....

Look, cuz I still got homies trappin/

I still got a few **** trynna make it out the trenches off of rappin/

And I still ain’t got no love for the law/

I still move with precaution cuz I know these **** wanna take me off/

And I’m still takin care of my people, cuz nobody gave use shit they watch us struggle then they lie and say we equal/

I’m still the same **** Henny sipping out the bottle/

Chasin Ms on my own they ain’t on the shit that I’m on/

Still don’t owe nobody shit so you can keep yo 2 cents/

Still making dollars but the shit you on ain’t making sense/

Still with the same **** I ain’t do no switching up/

But you still on that petty shit you should just give it up/

Phone talking

Still ducking cops, ducking bullets even potholes/

Still praying to the lord watch the ones who not close/

Still wishing that my grannie and my uncle hank was livin/

I remember when I got that call, shit is still vivid/

Still I rise, people wanna tear me down, proven fact /

But I’m still headed to the top and ou can’t hate on that/

**** still goin thru the same shit with they hoe/

They all in feelings on the internet, pitiful/

Still I ain’t trustin shit, that’s as far as I can throw/

People gon get down on you, still a hit you down below/

Still putting **** on, while I’m trynna hep myself/

If you ever try to cross me it don’t matter you’ll get dealt/

Dif ****.....