Still Beloved ft. Black in America Lyrics

I had money on my mind

Bitches on my phone

You ain't never had to watch yo mama have to scrape for dough

You ain't never wished yo daddy would just beat the road

You ain't never prayed to God and asked to be more known

I was in the spot with a shorty trying to bone

Hispanic and Italian, I don't never call her phone

Know I miss lil Sesh, nigga

Laid my head in her lap when I was stressed, nigga

I'm with my shorty, we just trying to stack some checks

Move to DTX

Got to talk to Mike just to get this off my chest

Brass knuckles and a blade in my shorty whip

Know she ready for whatever, yes my shorty is

I took her body off the bed, then I beat it on the couch

I was still seeing Shaun, know that 'Mondrae could vouch

On my Call of Duty shit, they tried to boom me, had to crouch

I was still in the trenches just like Oscar The Grouch

What the fuck they talking bout?

I need money on me now, baby

Please don't give me the run around, baby

I was working on my summer sound, baby

Had that stroke, they tried to count me out, baby

Wow, baby

Know it hurt when you not around, baby

I'ma lift you up, just hold me down, baby

Fuck them niggas from my hometown, baby

Still Beloved King, I got the crown, baby

Want to see you drop it lower baby, than you ever have

That shit all natural, girl I love it, monkey on your back

Said he want some smoke, then fuck it, jump off like a helipad

Know I'm with the gang and we gon toe tag him and sell his pack

Mr. Never gave a fuck, trying to get my paper up

Watch her spin around and I get dizzy then start blazing up

Niggas trying to blow the spot, then we gon start raising up

Know we from the country, shout the elders out for raising us

I am not Peter Benjamin but I'm amazing, huh

Tried to tell a lie, like I ain't him, like I ain't fly

Begging for the dick when you ain't never on my mind

With my shorty, know I'm smoking, she sipping on wine

I had to do this one more time, just so that I could remind these niggas

Got to ask them boys, where the fuck you find these niggas

Ain't no rapper on my caliber, no Emcee on my level

Way I do niggas on the track, leave em' looking disheveled (God damn)

I need money on me now, baby

Please don't give me the run around, baby

I was working on my summer sound, baby

Had that stroke, they tried to count me out, baby

Wow, baby

Know it hurt when you not around, baby

I'ma lift you up, just hold me down, baby

Fuck them niggas from my hometown, baby

Still Beloved King, I got the crown, baby

I had money on my mind

Bitches on my phone

You ain't never had to watch yo mama have to scrape for dough

You ain't never wished yo daddy would just beat the road

You ain't never prayed to God and asked to be more known

I had money on my mind

Bitches on my phone

You ain't never had to watch yo mama have to scrape for dough

You ain't never wished yo daddy would just beat the road

You ain't never prayed to God and asked to be more known

Yeah, huh

Mr. Rae-Rae, baby

Outside with a bitch that look just like Lisa Bonet

Still Beloved King, I got the crown, baby