Octave/Still here Lyrics

How did it get this way? Although we're miles away

If we ballin How did it get this way

Get this way Early demise

Lotta niggas round you tryna figure out who in disguise

Lotta haters round you watch out for they put you in the sky

Painful situations reproduced all these blue in my eyes

Tears four Every nigga lost

I got ambitions for these riches Im get it all

I'm praying heavy and I'm hopping god don't miss my call

Tangible on the annual Money I manifested my nigga I made manual

Yeah talk to me on the way up My confidence on 100 My humble got me a pay cut

Y'all nigga smoking on Reggie yall make it brawl like a pacer

My weed is purple like Kobe my Cannabis smoke like laker

You know Jr smith right down to Bronny Jr

Success is destin I'm just hoping that it find me sooner

Rather than later My dunk package and lay up is Kyrie and Zion

That why my attitude is def slightly defiant

50 told me get the money or die when you trying

And Jesus said believe him and it will happen timing

And I'm taking that shit in stride

These niggas pay for the pen but they cant not pay for the mind

I know how to move in a room full vultures

Nigga please don't approach us Cant play by the rules of the game

And the culture cause These lames will provoke ya and you know

I'm the one you need and you know i'm the you need

But I'm still here

But I'm still here

But I'm

Niggas throwin' dirt on my name

But I'm still here

Niggas got a wound full of salt

But I'm still here

Young fly, sexy and I'm bald

But I'm still here

Balanced bitches tryna throw me off

But I'm

But I'm

New Air one's, yeah they off white

I can score 40 on a nigga on a off night

We ain't never seen ya, if we did, it'd be on sight

If they said they got me, well they must've had the wrong guy

Cause I ain't never lack

Eastside 57, bitch don't ask me where I'm at

Real life millie Row, that's what I, that's what I jack

Lost my everything and then I flew across the map

I just turned the tape in nigga, every record slaps

If this was a race, my nigga, I'd just overlap

Shorty this a, one night, baby, you look over packed

Military style, all my niggas movin' tact

Where you get that style from, you need to give it back

From where it's from, see my whole crew go dum-dum-dum

If that boy let all them shots, go master P and he'll say uh

I ain't never smoked no opps, I like my Kush, I like my runts

I don't care if you smoke papers, boy, I'm good, I like my Blunts

And we headed to the city

Yeah, it's young EQ and it's Really

Rolled up my last blunt , but I need a Philly

Boy, I'm too alive, they cannot kill me

Yeah, niggas throwin' dirt on my name, but I'm still here

Niggas got a wound full of salt, cause I'm still here

Young fly, sexy, and I'm bald, but I'm still here

Balance bitches tryna throw me off, and I'm still