Still Here (Lost It) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, unhuh

[Verse]
Made 20 Million, know it's crazy but this sh*t true
Big G wack her like dust she was baby blue
Feelin' like goin' might as well been a Gemini
f*ck a bad b*tch in the back of the seminar
Walk around real Royal with it like an Indian
n*gga want beef, no money? Please come again
I don’t understand no bands, I give no beef
n*gga you a clown I can tell cause’ her asscheeks
Bro them smokin big pounds like a sea brief
Talkin’ real slow because the carrots in a n*gga teeth
I don’t give a f*ck what they sayin if it ain’t guap
n*gga, hate boat, I ain’t even at the top spot
One call, n*ggas on your head like a dreadlock
Crack through the deadlock, f*ckin’ like it’s wet lock
Young money bedrock
Bad b*tch freckles on her face like a carrot top (Aye!)
Get your head chopped
n*ggas walk around mad? Must be adopted
Opposite of emo, still a hot topic
Cop it, drop it, went out, I rocked it
I’m in the Bentley coupe, swerve like I lost it
I got a check for two million, I flossed it
Didn’t take my diamonds off, jumped in the moshpit
I’m with lil set in the hood, I feel safer
I used to f*ck dirty b*tches out the Mayfair
Ten chocolate hoes and ten vanilla wafers
Ten unannounced the mixed sprees, scorin’ tho
Put em’ on Molly, got these b*tches hoein’
Put em’ on Molly, got these b*tches goin’
Put em’ on Molly, get that hoe away
She blowin’ up my phone, asking’ where I’m goin’
Ask her choice of drugs, she say “Coke”
Now this sh*t snortin’, scorin’ like I’m Jordan
They say “where you been?” Nah, where I’m goin’?
Been in that cut like a bomb, but I’m still here
I watched the game but my vision is still clear
Look in the mirror, my neck, chandelier
Oh, I got a sl*t, she don’t want to leave
Take care of her fees and she gon’ go HAM
Make sure she ain’t hot like NBA JAM
She can’t be on fire, I read about it in the Esquire
That’s how you bring down the empire
Make sure she clean before she get hired
f*ck her from the back and then she get fired
f*ck that, I’m back in this b*tch and I’m here to stay
They didn’t give me credit for my sh*t
So I get my credit another way
I’m writing this sh*t for your favourite rapper
Gettin sh*t gone like a street trapper
They found out it’s me, that’s a knee slapper
Stop doubting me, I get sh*t done
Stop doubting me, I’m the jump starter
Raise up the guap like a Kickstarter
I want to touch on the Stallion
I just need a second, I’ll hit from the back, boy I know it’s a blessing
Just made a confession, I didn’t mean to do it
But I get into it, I’m really intuitive
All of the moves that I make they be lucrative
I will not liquidate
I’m with this black b*tch, thick like a milkshake
Clap like a earthquake
Stop with the rapping, just do it for earths sake
I’m in my bag like a crawfish plate
Stick to the money that sh*t be my soulmate
Posted with the gang on the block at the home base
I’m gettin head, that sh*t straight like a front lace
Eat up the fung-shway, babygirl tell them how that taste
[Outro]
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