Still My Love - MF Grimm

One by one, bitch niggas get served as I

Touch nerves with these Special Herbs

For my niggas in the

Street, I give (love).

For my niggas locked

Up, I give (love).

For the sisters in the

Struggle, I give (love).

This is all

My (love) transformed through beats.

In the

Street, I give (love).

For my niggas locked

Up, I give (love).

For the sisters in the

Struggle, I give (love).

This is all

My (love) transformed through beats

One by one, bitch niggas get served as I

Touch nerves with those Special Herbs

Now seasoned by The Architech, spiced up the words

Streets move fast, so everything is blurred

Give streets my love, I can’t forget you

Those who supported me, be nothing without you

The best of times, the worst of times

Scars & Memories travel Perc' through time

Before a nigga made a dime, before a nigga rhymed

Watched people in the street from the bottom climb

They went after what they wanted, hunger didn’t stop

Defied all the odds and made it to the top

Some didn’t get the chance, murdered real young

Died over bullshit, others got strung

Forgot they were king and queens, crack touched lungs

Some fought law, but law still won

Streets is a movie, new actors want a role

Crackheads, heads cracked, pack of crack stole

Some stay in streets too long, took a toll

Couldn’t do the time, switched, became a mole

For my niggas in the

Street, I give (love).

For my niggas locked

Up, I give (love).

For the sisters in the

Struggle, I give (love).

This is all

My (love) transformed through beats.

In the

Street, I give (love).

For my niggas locked

Up, I give (love).

For the sisters in the

Struggle, I give (love).

This is all

My (love) transformed through beats

Seconds go by, I’m starting to feel my age

Scars, thirty-five of ‘em, four stars later

Still in trenches, can’t help it—I'm a leader

Weight on shoulders, load ain’t getting lighter

Family suffer, squat to lift burden

Got good grip, but legs are trembling

Focus on chi, meditate, settle in

Brace self, good times I’m remembering

Life was easy carried in momma’s arms

Difficult older, momma know I carry arms

Her son’s a fighter, momma know I carry on

Paralyzed, but momma know I carry on

Percy’ll be a billionaire, believe Mr. Carey’s on

I can’t rest.

I guess I’ll do it when I’m gone

Hold back my dreams—on this planet, there’s none

To show the streets that it can be done ‘cause

For my niggas in the

Street, I give (love).

For my niggas locked

Up, I give (love).

For the sisters in the

Struggle, I give (love).

This is all

My (love) transformed through beats.

In the

Street, I give (love).

For my niggas locked

Up, I give (love).

For the sisters in the

Struggle, I give (love).

This is all

My (love) transformed through beats

Women with beautiful looks got them far

Got them a hustler, a ghetto street star

Got them jewelry, got them cars

And got some killed and put behind bars

Put in situations they don’t want to be in

Sisters locked down, my heart for you is bleeding

Little kids watch street life and was shown

Tried it on their own, got murdered like they’re grown

Others got a hundred years, whole life blown

Feeling like a fool, should’ve stayed their ass in school

A few did make it, but most got shot

The School of Hard Knocks, from you I learned a lot, so

(Thank you)

Love.

Love.

Love (transformed through beats).

Love.

Love.

Love.

Love

(transformed through beats).

That’s the end