(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, had to make my own decision
He prolly ain't f*ckin' with me 'cause he know he ain't f*ckin' 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 probably just rappin', I really got niggas in the can
They probably 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
NoCap - Still Me Lyrics
NoCap - Still Me Lyrics
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(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, had to make my own decision
He prolly ain't f*ckin' with me 'cause he know he ain't f*ckin' 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 probably just rappin', I really got niggas in the can
They probably 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
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, had to make my own decision
He prolly ain't f*ckin' with me 'cause he know he ain't f*ckin' 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 probably just rappin', I really got niggas in the can
They probably 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: Kobe Crawford, Alex Petit
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.