Still Throwed - Lil Keke

Ok, late night grinding

Understand, Young Don in the building

Of course, a nigga still throwed with it

C.M.G.

for life, Teflon feel it

I’ve been told I can’t do it, mostly all my life

I done crapped plenty times, but kept shooting the dice

You don’t work and don’t eat, it’s a sacrifice

That’s why niggas go to jail, and they turn to mice

Eat steaks and kool-aid, not no water and rice

And my family live good, cause we paid the price

Could you still be a rapper, without no ice

I was born with a gift, that’s why I flow so nice

I’m a two-time felon, so I fucked up twice

So I switched up my game, not to get three strikes

No I can’t win 'em all, but I done won some fights

And I still smoke weed, on my sleepless nights

Why niggas acting like, they don’t know wrong from right

And why they steady trying to ball, when they money is tight

I’ma peel niggas back, when they good and ripe

Cause they just a bunch of talk, trying to find some hype

I know I’m thoed with it, and I ain’t gon let 'em change my mind

A kid writing raps, turning nickels into dimes

I been thoed with it, but they steady talking down

Continue dropping hits, till it’s my motherfucking time

Still thoed with it, won’t these haters let me shine

I’m hungry for the title, close it up and give me mine

So thoed with it, like it’s all brand new

Represent for Houston Texas, my niggas that’s what it do

Niggas screaming in the background, fuck Lil' Ke

But when I see 'em in the streets, they start copping a plea

I give a fat rat’s ass, what they say bout me

And my mama told me, Jesus the only thang that’s free

Still thoed with it, cause what’s real gon be real

And rapping ain’t a hobby or a game, it’s a feel

I’m puffing on the purple, letting the smoke hit my throat

Letting the pen hit the pad, then it’s murder he wrote

Got a candy coat, it put my slab on note

With them suicide do’s, and them 84 spokes

Here’s a message boy, from a Texas boy

C.M.G.

is the truth, you’ll be breathless boy

Don’t even test us boy, never charging shit

All I’m saying is I’m grown, don’t make me kill ya bitch

So excuse my french, but niggas do get lynched

And my team wins game, in the motherfucking trench