Still Here

[Intro: Lyfe Jennings] It's that man again, haha Some people refer to him as a hustla Pimp, or playa [Verse 1: Lyfe Jennings] Street life killed my daddy Got my momma pregnant in the back of a caddy Since I lost my first tooth, I ain't been happy Young, wild, nigga child, why that boy is so nappy (He got the devil in him) Police wanna take him down Used to be a playa but the coochie cost money He ain't too bright, but he know a trap when he see one Got his conscious in his pants with his gun [Chorus: Lyfe Jennings] Seventeen years of rain Foggin' up my windows, yeah Hear the man? It done been seventeen years of pain But I'm still here though Ohhhhh Seventeen years of rain Foggin' up my window, yeah Hear the man? It done been seventeen years of pain But I'm still here though Ohhhhh [Verse 2: Lyfe Jennings] Shoe box full of pictures All that's left of good times I stayed with my niggas Some alive and some no longer with us How the, how the, how the hell do you pray for forgiveness (When you got devil in you) Rogaine keeps the hair strong (haha) But cocaine keeps the cable on I can't wait till my nigga JB come home Why do all the real niggas stay gone so long [Chorus: Lyfe Jennings] Seventeen years of rain Foggin' up my windows, yeah Hear the man? It done been seventeen years of pain But I'm still here though Ohhhhh Seventeen years of rain Foggin' up my window, yeah Hear the man? It done been seventeen years of pain But I'm still here though Ohhhhh [Verse 3: Project Pat] What? What? Yessir Even though a nigga still in the hoo-oo-ood Gettin' drunk and smokin' on woo-oo-ood I'mma make it up outta this street life On the corner is where I stoo-oo-ood Out there all by my-self, cause a playa gotta get this mil Wearin' fur ain't doin' us no good, flipping burgers ain't gon' make you filled But I'm still ten-toes in this, hustlin' tryna make it hood-rich And I still ain't trustin' no bitch, cause the motherfucka's always snitch It's hard in this ghetto man, fifteen years old wit' coke and 'cain Cheese don't come, I'mma go insane, snatch me a purse, snatch me a chain Out here on the block, wit' the fiends and the moon, squeeze on the Glock, tryna pop at a goon He done stole me dough, he took my food, Project wasn't born wit' a silver spoon In my mouth, in my grille, wearin' six chains, then niggas get killed One in the grave, the other in jail, nobody wins, that's for real [Verse 4: DJ Paul] Back way, when I was a runny nose Runnin' round, up and down the town Carryin' a black Glock, and a gold frown I kept that product on me, it wasn't no problem homie You said it, I had it and met ya at the store for mo-ney Just tryna buy bologna, but now I'm buyin' lobster Still totin' a Glock, but pushin' a Rolls Royce and winnin' Oscars [Interlude: DJ Paul] Yeah, Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat Lyfe Jennings If you can believe, you can achieve Every day above ground is a good day Ya hear me? Yeah [Chorus: Lyfe Jennings] Seventeen years of rain Foggin' up my windows, yeah Hear the man? It done been seventeen years of pain But, I'm still here though Ohhhhh Seventeen years of rain Foggin' up my window, yeah Hear the man? It done been seventeen years of pain But, I'm still here though Ohhhhh