Still Me Lyrics

I've seen the top, I've seen hell, but the bottom I know so well

I've been around the globe, dealing with problems that I wont tell

I've been around the world, around the world, around the world, around the world

Bottom I know so well

Yeah, yeah, I'm what the game, been missing

22 years, it's like the game been tripping

Blowing through the competition, game been glitching

Yeah, loyal to my team while you lames been switching

Honor code, you lames don't follow those

Don't be mad when I'm at your door like dominoes

Knock, knock, got them thinking twice, like what's the problem for

Yeah, get your ass bit off, too much for you to bargain for

Yeah, huh, huh, and when it comes to this war, it's the only option, yeah

Remain honorable even when no one's watching you

Yeah, hired a lawyer to beat up the case like Cochran, I know

Yeah, huh, they say sky is the limit, but every time I ascend, I'm going higher than that for sure

Yeah, I know why you watching your back

You surrounded by rats, I assure you I'm not that, no, no

Yeah, huh, from the hell and the fire I rose

Huh, even though my L is expired, I drove

Yeah, it's hard to stay inspired when the arrows from the devil shoot right at your soul

Yeah, I'm a fighter, you know it

It's only right that I show it

Remain stoic as I'm standing under this light and I'm glowing

Yeah, huh, reenacting every moment from the story just like I wrote it

Go

Yeah, I don't know where I'm going

Standing in front of this mirror, posing, trying to keep focused

Yeah, denying to myself that I'm slowly becoming hopeless

Huh, yeah

These subtle gestures, it's nothing but me and my pride crying out for help, but nobody noticed

Huh, and they shouldn't, but fuck it, because I'm a man with mine

Crying to this beats is just how I'm coping

Yeah

Bossing out to D.C., Philly, L.A., then back to Oakland

And spinning door on the raps, because what I pack is potent

Yeah, Phoenix and Vegas, they know my pack's the dopest

Summers as a youth in North Cackalack

Had me fucking jeans on, playing stinky finger in the back of churches

Rest in peace, big mama

I know my granddad is lonely

Still waiting for the next chance you get to hold me

Go

Ay, yo, Vic

I'm not who I say I am if I don't clean this beat up

Nigga, let's go