Still MVP Lyrics

Larro

Pharoah

MVP

Never had no Uncle Phil, but thank God for Freaky Phil

MVP, tatted on all my bros this shit more than real

Bro told me, get up in the game, he say I got skills

Rap shit blow or not, I never tripped on paying bills

My cup the sweetest thing I ever had, call that bitch Lauren Hill

I was gone fuck this white bitch, but I started thinking about Emmett Till

You might wanna play with your bitch first before you play with us

Niggas think they fucking with the bros, they smoking angel dust

Niggas out here biting swag, niggas out here playgeriarism

Hit my knees and pray right now, cause I know that man in favor of us

Even if he was a flat screen, he still couldn't hang around us

Just know I'm with the money team, but we don't know Mayweather

Hit a nigga in April, he won't even see the May weather

Rain, snow, or sunny, everyday is get paid weather

If you a real bitch, we gone post bail, we gone bond together

If I don't keep nothing shit, I'ma keep it MVP

I'm throwing up two fingers, but that shit don't stand for peace

I woke up this morning one of the illest niggas on the Southeast

Ain't no fighting involved, but any given day, I'm jumping Dicky T

Players get chose, and right now, these hoes ain't acting picky

I love getting high, but I hate rolling dope, cause it be sticky

Fake ass chain, fuck around give your neck a hickey

You couldn't wait to take a picture, when you got your first blicky

You ain't gotta look in the sky to see that Larro is a star

Like a nigga in a penitentiary, this my real life in these bars

I rise up, fuck a bitch on soft, before I see a bitch and act hard

Blowing down trees like a hurricane disaster

All cars get to the same place, but the new ones, make the hoe come faster

Catch me in traffic like an accident

She can tell I wasn't from here, tell by my accent

Dope that I rolled, stronger than Clark Kent

Two to three years, if they check my glove department

I can't trust nobody, I barely trust my shadow

I see it when it's shining, but when it's dark, I don't know where it go

I don't care if we family, If you on that fuck shit, we ain't related

Catch me in the cut, yeah, you can catch me amputated

Catch me pouring room temperature drink, on some ice cubes

I wouldn't watch my son act, even if I was Ice Cube

Sometimes I be irritated but today I'm in the right mood

Even though I'm high as fuck, I'm rocking low top dunks

Give a nigga a piece, they gone try to take a chunk, Yeah

Just know you blessed as fuck if you ain't wake up dead, or sleeping on the bunk

Larro flow like acne, I promise it's gone make you bump

I got niggas in hell, so I walk light and I don't try to stomp

Treat my nine like a brain, cause in the head it got one (bars)