Still (August 13, 2016)

...used to compromise

Tell em in them interviews I'm not the guy

But I peep it all

I rarely be the one involved

When niggas got so much to say

I barely even speak at all, it keep it all

Stored inside my memory like a sim card

Just me in the streets playing guitar

And this empty Folgers can I'm using as my tip jar

Whether I trip or fall, I know I'll always be at peace

Cuz it was the streets that brought me this far

Duck and dodgin these pitfalls

Rollin over these potholes

Latin women in ponchos introducing me to El Chapos

My Vato

Live and die

LA is the place to be

Red rags and Blue rags, LoLos and new 'Lacs

Foreign whips with the top back

Smokin on that green crack

Deep inside the lower development houses where the fiends at

They high off that good yay

Got em with that good feel

Drunken gang and liquor still

Drunken gang and liquor still

Headed to the liquor store

To get a gang of liquor still

Loaded off that vodka

Lookin for some shit to steal, with the steel

Still...