Still Down ft. Kuro Blanco Lyrics

Product of the Midwest

Black tar

Black vest

Die slow for this paycheck

No sleep

No rest

We blast on sight

Broad daylight

Killed him at the red light

Violence is my birthright

Clutch my pistol

Squeeze tight

I control your soul

lead you into the unknown

Devoid and bitter cold

You give a fuck

I thought so

What the fuck do I know

Snort Coke off tha Bible

My wifey bring a

Friend home

We take her out

The friend zone

Brother hit my line

Wartime

Wartime all the time

Pull up to shows with

Murder in mind

Redefine crime

Grippin on the heater

In the backseat

You want a nigga dead

You ain't even gotta ask me

Point em out

Fuck em up

Put em in a grave G

Steve-O Creep

I put em in the past tense

I can see a pussy

Like a 6th sense

Razor blades and gasoline

85 sicc shit

666 bitch

Fuckin on a thicc chick

Put tha pussy in a casket

Blastin and bumpin

We in this Hoe thumpin

Euphoric solutions

To pain that I'm feelin

On drugs while I'm fuckin

Call it sexual healin

Convinced that I'm

Livin this life for no reason

You fuckin with me and I'm Leavin you bleedin

I been spinnin blocks

I been stalkin ops

You still down

I could kill em all

Creepy and I crawl

You still down

Sunday service or the mall

Guns I draw

spray down

Creepin thru the night

All my life

Yeah I'm still down

I was steady used to

Living in a hell

free all my niggas

Doing time inside a cell

Omertà

You know I never ever tell

I pray for my niggas

Always wish they doing well

I could put some shit

On top the scale

Some food for your brain

Some jewels for my pain

For my crew

Imma bang

Them other niggas lame

Me and steve-o doing shows

Other rappers cannot

Even say the same

The way I be spitting

You can't even tell my pain

I was walking thru the

Halls with a face full of anger

Drugs in my veins

Got my body feeling strange

I'm a Socialized loner

We can't ever feel the same

Lost two niggas last year

I won't ever feel the same

I ain't even 21

Heavy thoughts

On top my brain

Streets fucked up

Ion think they finna change

Police reading me my rights

Looked my niece in her face

College kid first

Now I'm living a disgrace

That's what them

Other niggas say

I'm just tryna find my way

Live my life on that stage

Lost my granny to the cage

I ain't even get to see her

But they tell me that's the way

We been fighting

For our rights

Ain't no blood left to spill

We been raped

For generations

Ain't get no time left to heal

They enslaved my

Granny granny

I just gotta keep it real

This ain't white

Or it ain't black

Issa grey world we live

Grey jobs

Grey cars

Grey matter

Black tar

White man

Black gun

Handgun

Blam sum

Handsome

Grandson

his Momma was white

His daddy dark as night

But her pops wasn't right

Racial motivation

It's been pent for generations

He can't even love his kin

Cuz he got some darker skin

You wanna really fight em

It build hate

You can't win

You wanna let it go

But your pride is a sin

Now you stuck and confused

Racially abused

You ain't gotta be alone

Cuz we been through it too

Peeped the light

In the night

So I had to see it through

Had the space to forgive

But I ain't even

Have a clue

Cracker this

Honky that

Monkey this

Nigga that

They put my momma

On the net

Called my family slaves too

Generation curses

They ain't even

Getting knocked

You don't even

Get a chance fore they

Throw you in that box