Still here. Lyrics

One eight six for sure

Still

Late night, I get in the car and I drive

Retina filled with tears since many years they just wouldn't dry

I rap for all these shits I couldn't cry

I could've help I didn't even try, fuck it

reminiscing on times I could've died

And times I chose my pride

Always getting me to the left side of the right way

My mind's floating while I'm rushing on the drive way

Blood on the hands the type of shits that even dry wet

Life around here's a stressing some folks they can't get through

Like losing fam you just can't get used

I'm watching friends turning lame fools

Crackheads

Fuck shaking hands man I just can't help you

Lord does every bad things end too

They does or they doesn't

Man you'll see it when they comin

Opportunities I had dozens

But for good things it's faster to count em

I been offered to sell cocain

More than a time

I tried to make my mother proud

And man I'm still workin on it

I tried to make this shit blow up and I'm still working on it

I'd like to see my kids grow up

I'll let the time tell

Kill myself slowly it's just part of my day

And if I happen to feel sorry for what I did

It was just part of my way

Not everyone can become a great artist

But a great artist can come from anywhere

It is difficult to imagine

More humble origins than those of the genius

Now cooking at soul Food Cafe restaurant

Who is, in this critic's opinion

Nothing less than the finest chef in France