Still Here (Lost It)

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, unhuh [Verse] Made 20 Million, know it's crazy but this shit true Big G wack her like dust she was baby blue Feelin' like goin' might as well been a Gemini Fuck a bad bitch in the back of the seminar Walk around real Royal with it like an Indian Nigga want beef, no money? Please come again I don’t understand no bands, I give no beef Nigga you a clown I can tell cause’ her asscheeks Bro them smokin big pounds like a sea brief Talkin’ real slow because the carrots in a nigga teeth I don’t give a fuck what they sayin if it ain’t guap Nigga, hate boat, I ain’t even at the top spot One call, niggas on your head like a dreadlock Crack through the deadlock, fuckin’ like it’s wet lock Young money bedrock Bad bitch freckles on her face like a carrot top (Aye!) Get your head chopped Niggas walk around mad? Must be adopted Opposite of emo, still a hot topic Cop it, drop it, went out, I rocked it I’m in the Bentley coupe, swerve like I lost it I got a check for two million, I flossed it Didn’t take my diamonds off, jumped in the moshpit I’m with lil set in the hood, I feel safer I used to fuck dirty bitches out the Mayfair Ten chocolate hoes and ten vanilla wafers Ten unannounced the mixed sprees, scorin’ tho Put em’ on Molly, got these bitches hoein’ Put em’ on Molly, got these bitches goin’ Put em’ on Molly, get that hoe away She blowin’ up my phone, asking’ where I’m goin’ Ask her choice of drugs, she say “Coke” Now this shit snortin’, scorin’ like I’m Jordan They say “where you been?” Nah, where I’m goin’? Been in that cut like a bone, but I’m still here I watched the game but my vision is still clear Look in the mirror, my neck, chandelier Oh, I got a slut, she don’t want to leave Take care of her fees and she gon’ go HAM Make sure she ain’t hot like NBA JAM She can’t be on fire, I read about it in the Esquire That’s how you bring down the empire Make sure she clean before she get hired Fuck her from the back and then she get fired Fuck that, I’m back in this bitch and I’m here to stay They didn’t give me credit for my shit So I get my credit another way I’m writing this shit for your favourite rapper Gettin shit gone like a street trapper They found out it’s me, that’s a knee slapper Stop doubting me, I get shit done Stop doubting me, I’m the jump starter Raise up the guap like a Kickstarter I want to touch on the Stallion I just need a second, I’ll hit from the back, boy I know it’s a blessing Just made a confession, I didn’t mean to do it But I get into it, I’m really intuitive All of the moves that I make they be lucrative I will not liquidate I’m with this black bitch, thick like a milkshake Clap like a earthquake Stop with the rapping, just do it for earths sake I’m in my bag like a crawfish plate Stick to the money that shit be my soulmate Posted with the gang on the block at the home base I’m gettin head, that shit straight like a front lace Eat up the fung-shway, babygirl tell them how that taste [Outro] Yea