Still Here

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]

Instead of being cremated look what y'all created

Tell me, have you seen it lately?

Never thought I'd see the day when everybody hating

Make a nigga lay you down like you're planking

Boy, don't move, I won't even see you blinking

I got a dark mind, but it just keeps light blinking

They say 2Pac back when I'm on the scene

He got hits, [?] in the trap

[?] on my lap, motherfuck giving daps

I ain't fucking with you niggas, word to my nuttsack

Better run, get your gat, rest in peace [?]

Niggas still ride strap, came with the shoulder strap

When your face gеt slapped, you can Facebook that

I nevеr fronted on my niggas, or turned my back

I want these niggas to nap, man, it is what it is

Because I could get you capped like I work at [?]

I'm tryna stay away from you clown niggas

When I'm coming up, you just wanna be down niggas

Tryna keep the team strong like brown liquor

You ain't in my circle, why you around, nigga?

[Chorus: Kidd Kidd & 50 Cent]

What happened to the team? It was so supreme

Since Wu-Tang, we been getting this cream

I been [?] boy livin' a millionaire's dream

Sorry it ain't turned out like Luther King's dream

I keep dreaming away

Seems that I just can't get away from here

In my sleep or awake

Wake up and I'm still here

[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]

Tryna get my family out the hood quick

'Cause I ain't want them caught up in my bullshit

My mama at the same house a nigga slug me at

So I gotta get her outta there, in case they double back

This is all fact, this ain't all rap

Hope my lil' brother strapped before it be a rap

And plus they wanna rock my nigga

I know my dawg hot but I'm still riding with him

I ain't jumping out the car like [?] nigga

Screaming, "Fuck me", what you gay, nigga?

You can take it how you wanna take it, nigga

We can take it to any destination, nigga

This ain't how it gotta be, this how you made it, nigga

And I ain't made it nigga, I'm just not a lazy nigga

Just because I got a big bankroll

Niggas turned on me, like [?]

[Chorus: Kidd Kidd & 50 Cent]

What happened to the team? It was so supreme

Since Wu-Tang, we been getting this cream

I been [?] boy livin' a millionaire's dream

Sorry it ain't turned out like Luther King's dream

I keep dreaming away

Seems that I just can't get away from here

In my sleep or awake

Wake up and I'm still here

[Verse 3: Tyson]

Left hand on the bible, right on the rifle

Lord knows my intentions are homicidal

365 a year, it's the same cycle

Money, drugs and murder in the same title

Real shit from a real nigga to another

Slow money ain't no money to a hustler

Get money quick, fast money, Blood money

Brown paper bag, rubber band, drug money

Dropped outta school, moms locked me out her house

Finding scales in the closet, choppers hanging out the couch

I got clout, with real niggas on the payroll

So if I catch a fed case, case closed, uh

I see these pussy niggas straight hoes

So we clap them up, and wrap them up like eggrolls

Heard you got that work, what you talking to them feds though?

Jack his ass and wack him, and leave tag-toed

[Chorus: Kidd Kidd & 50 Cent]

What happened to the team? It was so supreme

Since Wu-Tang, we been getting this cream

I been [?] boy livin' a millionaire's dream

Sorry it ain't turned out like Luther King's dream

I keep dreaming away

Seems that I just can't get away from here

In my sleep or awake

Wake up and I'm still here