STILL...

Still a nigga too
Still a nigga too
Still a nigga too
Yo
Still a nigga too cold
Been doin this since I was two years old
I'm finnah come for every motherfuckin thing you owe
They don fucked around and let them GD Niggas in the door
Oh

Still a nigga too cold
Been doin this since I was two years old
I'm finnah come for every motherfuckin thing you owe
They don fucked around and let them Englewood Niggas in the door
Oh

I'm in the back of the back wit the pole
All my niggas know is stackin up dough
Get the capital. All on Avenue O
Nigga Witta
And my attitude show
Fasho
Still a nigga too fresh
And I ain't have to buy a Blue Check
Soon as I land erythang on deck
It's only one thing I won't accept
DisRespect
Still a Nigga too raw
Stain the game and I ain't eeen gotta make one call
Maintain the bang, I hang above the law
Segal
Still a nigga too ill
Like I gotta pocket fulla thousand dolla bills
Mufukkas duckin when I'm comin Nigga run for the hills
Fa real
Still a nigga too gone
Subzero temperature, you already kno what I'm on
I'm froze

Still a nigga too cold
Been doin this since I was two years old
I'm finnah come for every motherfuckin thing you owe
They don fucked around and let them Southside Niggas in the door
Oh
Still a nigga too cold
Been doin this since I was two years old
I'm finnah come for every motherfuckin thing you owe
They don fucked around and let them Cottage Grove Niggas in the door

Chi townnever put the mic down
Went lookin for some trouble guess what I found
Not shit hop up in the cockpit
Take control, nigga turn them fuckin lights down
Naw, mufukka we ain't drinkin Ice House
Surfs up - mufukkas gettin wiped out
And I ain't eeen have ta pull the pipe out
To hit the off switch and put your lights out
Fuck how it might sound, ima tell ya how it is
I see what the pattern is
Hands full of callouses
Music is a catalyst
Still a nigga too sick
Walk in unknown when I leave they ball on my dick
Meet the bad guy, bitch you should get you a flick
(Click click)
Still a nigga too lit
All nickel bags, I ain't never sold a brick
And iont trust not nar one nigga talkin that shit
I'm mean
Still a nigga too clean
Open up a notebook & empty out a whole magazine
Never half-steppin, left the murder weapon at the scene
Still get away Scott free
I'm froze

Still a nigga too cold
Been doin this since I was two years old
I'm finnah come for every motherfuckin thing you owe
They don fucked around and let them west side Niggas in the door
Oh
Still a nigga too
They don fucked around and let them Bishop Street Niggas in the door
Still a nigga too
Still a nigga too

I don't know what most white people in this country feel
But I can only include what they feel from the state of their institutions
I know how Malcom X ones put in
It's the most regulated hour in America life
It's high noon on Sunday
It means I can't afford to trust most white Christians
And certainly god trust the Christian church
I don't know whether the labor unions and their bosses really hate me
That doesn't matter
But I know I'm not in their unions
I don't know if the real estate lobby is anything black people
But I know the real estate lobbies keep me in the ghetto
I don't know if the board of education hates black people
I know the textbooks I give my children to read
And the schools that we have to go to
Now this is the evidence



Credits
Writer(s): Laurence Michael Langford, Billy Gaskell, Roberto Vasquez
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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