Still Here - C-Mob, T Rock

Rock solid mafia

We goin' full throttle man

Thank god we still here, you know what I’m talking about

You heard man?

Some niggas here their whole life

Still don’t know what they here for

Still don’t have a purpose in life

You know what I’m talking about

So you can look at it in two ways man

You can complain about where you not at

And where you wanna be

Or you could think about what you could be

And where you at

You heard man?

C-Mob, get 'em

I grew up on that gangsta shit

All about my money partna, I got bank to get

I could utilize game, never thanked or tripped

If you cross the wrong line, I stank you quick

At fifteen, I split fiends and hit green

At sixteen has sick dreams to rip spleens

Sip lean and flip green to get cream

My wrist bleeds, it’s glistening, the trick’s clean

What Chris means, the shit’s clean, it’s pristine

Your chick cleans, my dick me will whip cream

I flick, fling, I clip ring, I lip scream

When we were young, thangs were wild

Are you listening?

But as you grow older, life starts to make a change

Grown in the villa, but a lot of me is still the same

Mainly the biggest change is my priorities

But I can’t say the same for the majority

Some things will never change

And that’s the way it is

Some folks are wrong, but they’re still like little kids

Some got their mind on their money

And now they’re makin' it

And some don’t know how

So they just take it in

You see I’m still here, white T, fresh dickies

Still by my business and you still don’t wanna mess with me

And I’m lucky I ain’t dead or in a wheelchair

And I just thank god because I’m still here

Every multipliers, when you rise

Just so I could tell

People despise how I grind

Niggas wish I would fell

See the signs of the times

Tell me, will I prevail

Skeletons in my closet haunt me like some shit out of hell

The devil told me, they would forever control me

Left the trenches of hell now it’s on 'til I’ll OD

With the power of prayer

I’m standin' as tall as an oak tree

God protect me, don’t let Satan turn me back to the old me

God knows my heart and now that I wanna be sober

I turn it up, the (cheekin' piece?)

With niggas runnin' me over

Bitches are fucked, man

Lookin' at me is the problem

But I got hella respect when I will beat the shit out of 'em

Dear father, I cry and grip my teeth at the bottom

Mother society resemblin' a street up inside of 'em

Cold as autumn

I try to put my feelings in the past

Semi warm-hearted but the nice guys finish last

Blast shots through the night

Had cock to the right

Used to help a fiend

Put a crack rock to the pipe

That’s not for you to like

Boy you better run quick

Don’t regret it all but I used to do some dumb shit

Cats are used to run quick, turned to be fake

Take it as a life lesson, gotta learn from mistakes

On my every day grind, I be earning my cake

Visions of my enemies gettin' burned at the stake

Growin' up in the land of the folks and lords

In the town where everybody is broken board

Better back yourself with actions, not your vocal cords

You might end up in a local morgue

Grown cats acted just like they acted in the 12th grade

You had your mind right

You could be well paid

I rely on nobody, I’m a grown man

I make my money, eat out of my own hand