Still That Nigga Video (MV)

Still, still, still
I'm, I'm I'm still that nigga
Still rappin verses round these lil rap niggas
Put my youngins the game like I'm Phil Jack, nigga
If they, look
Look
This ain't nothing new, I been a nigga from the bricks
They used to tell me stay away from niggas with the sticks
Til my niggas was them niggas then I really was convinced
That I'd rather be surrounded by my dogs like I'm Vick
But f*ck it, I was young so you couldn't tell me shit
Bro passed me to blunt and that really had me lit
Had me shooting like I'm Michael Jordan going for the six
It didn't matter bout the range, boy, I really couldn't miss
Sitting in the driver's seat when Tay gave me the blick
It's a matchup
30 hollow tips up in the clip
You better back up
Boy, don't make me hop out of this whip
Cause Imma act up
This really my life, it ain't no script
I'm not an actor
Turn a couple corners, got a meet down the street
Then his Blackberry rings saying meet them at three
And I hear them trying to see what's the fee for the weed
If they really want smoke then Imma give it to them free
We in a Hellcat
You can hear that engine when I speed like I'm Missy E
When she had the keys to the Jeep
It go (Vroom)
Treating every light like it's green
F*ck police (yea)
Got enough horses in this thing for me to flee
Drive it with no plate so they'll never know it's me
Window tinted 5 percent so I can't even see
What's the young fresh prince we had seen in them scenes
Now I'm sitting down north while I'm chillin like the King
Cause I'm, I'm still that nigga
Still rapping verses round these lil' rap niggas
Put my youngins in the game like I'm Phil Jack, nigga
If they run up with that thang, you gone feel that, nigga
Wait
I'm still that
I'm on a thot bitch head
You know I kill tracks
Blank stares when you asking me if I still snap
Still get it jumpin like my verses where you pop pills at
I can leave the game today but then I'd feel bad
Cause I could never leave my sons behind
I'm still Dad
Dreams of making us all millions but I'm still black
Trapped in America
Staring inside a half-filled glass
I ain't wanna kill these rappers off
But I'm still glad
All they do is occupy the space with not real rap
The realest niggas leaving early
Nigga, I'm still mad
But whether we gone live or die
They saying time will pass
Still
You know who ugly as f*ck, though
Shod
Shod
Past the wood, I'm in the fireplace
And I guess it's my time to go
The squad gave me the right of way
So right away, I go right away
Out here tryna raise funds
With the team the united way
Sometimes I worry if I shied away
The rap game probably be f*cked
Shrivel up and die today
A lot of lames out they lane but y'all brought em fame
Yall know they tunes cheeks
But y'all called em Wayne
Or the new Pac
Every one of you opps
Ain't the sharpest nail but I keep a hammer in my toolbox
These niggas came strapless like a tube top
I keep a strap in sports mode in my blue Crocs
Yall come a dime a dozen
I'm a couple dozen of dimes
Ahead of you guys
When it comes to this rhyme and I'm
(God body)
I can stop you from eatin
This Ramadan
Just know that Zilla was a killa
And I'm that nigga
Still
Still
Still