Still Here ft. Young Buck Lyrics

Roll up, niggas. These niggas can never get rid of me

It's Buck! You know real niggas don't die

Gangsters make the world go round, motherfucker

Picked the Harley up on one wheel

Told menace I'm pulling up in Compton, it's a done deal

Cookie jars keep my lungs filled

Bitch it's buckshots. Pray to God that no one's killed

Bought the neighborhoods and gangsters out

A country nigga did it, that's something to think about

Still scraping the ground and low lows on these broke hoes

I got rich off the shit you put in your nose

Chopper on me when I'm sliding down Melrose

Watch for the hellos, everybody don't sell those

Khaki shorts and some long socks

Strolled I Figaro, getting a bankroll from a known thot

I don't need yours, I brought my own Glock

These pussies play with my name like I'm gon' stop

I only stayed in this game cause there's no pac

And I'm not finished popping up a few opps

I still heal, I still don't give a fuck

I still release my stress if you press my luck

I still dress to impress like a million bucks

I'm still Fix 4 Life, I can't give it up

I still got dope when I go re-up

I still disappear before the po show up

I still get on the grind when it's time to get mine

Selling nickels and dimes, I'm still looking to shine

I'm still crook it with mines, time after time, still committed to crime

Selling the mood for fucking bitches with an attitude

Don't mean to be rude, but this new dick is coming through

It's on bitch now, tell me what you gon' do

Still have no fear, still bring it close and near

22 pistol, behind your ear, will it make a person disappear

Yeah, the more money I make the more money I break off

Like a piece of cake, just right before I take off

First down my ball, my shot, my call

If not, fuck y'all, game over, roll call

Should not be fucking with me, they devil's out to get me

The feds and the police, they want to comprehend me

Automatically get my Simi, I'm paranoid

So please don't tempt me, I squeeze until my pistol empty, then pray to God to forgive me

Now niggas want to kill me, finally they really feel me

I live the life of drug dealing, trying to make a million

I'm still here, I still don't give a fuck

I still release my stress if you press my luck

I still dress to impress like a million bucks

I'm still Fix 4 Life, I can't give it up

I still got dope when I go re-up

I still disappear before the po show up

I still get on the grind when it's time to get mine

Selling nickels and dimes, I'm still looking to shine

I'm still crook it with mine time, after time, still committing crimes