Still Standing
Fuck it
I guess I'm all out of chances
I hate I ain't never get to hit the mall
with my advances
Momma bills due
I couldn't ball but I'm still standing
They want the real you
I mean the real Kru
You never did drugs?
I'll hit the booth and show you exactly what these pills do
I'm running out of love
(I feel you)
Bitch I get high
Growing up we ain't get no hugs... from nobody
I got up was broke to C dem G's
I feel like Yo Gotti
Doubled up my cup
My life flashing
Before the ice was masking up
We don't like asking
Remember telling granny
I've had enough
Pipes blasting
Hard to duck inside them shootouts
You never seen the sight, gladly
I don't write
I like rambling
King when I die
Gone touch the sky like Hi Ramses
Codeine I get so high
Lean in my ride
I might vanish
Me I wasn't advised
Look in my eyes
See my sadness
Reaper on my side
My bills blue
I'm not Mandy
I feel like Ray-J off the brown
This not brandy
My uncle never ever climbed a mountain but was rock pandling
My teacher told me I would not amount, now I rock Lanvin
Mixing up my cup like a mad man
I can't imagine what's happening
Fuck it
I guess I'm all out of chances
I hate I ain't never get to hit the mall
With my advances
Momma bills due
I couldn't ball but I'm still standing
They want the real you
I mean the real Kru
You never did drugs?
I'll hit the booth and show you exactly what these pills do
I'm running out of love
(I feel you)
Bitch I get high
Growing up we ain't get no hugs... from nobody
I got up was broke to C dem G's
I feel like Yo Gotti
I guess I'm all out of chances
I hate I ain't never get to hit the mall
with my advances
Momma bills due
I couldn't ball but I'm still standing
They want the real you
I mean the real Kru
You never did drugs?
I'll hit the booth and show you exactly what these pills do
I'm running out of love
(I feel you)
Bitch I get high
Growing up we ain't get no hugs... from nobody
I got up was broke to C dem G's
I feel like Yo Gotti
Doubled up my cup
My life flashing
Before the ice was masking up
We don't like asking
Remember telling granny
I've had enough
Pipes blasting
Hard to duck inside them shootouts
You never seen the sight, gladly
I don't write
I like rambling
King when I die
Gone touch the sky like Hi Ramses
Codeine I get so high
Lean in my ride
I might vanish
Me I wasn't advised
Look in my eyes
See my sadness
Reaper on my side
My bills blue
I'm not Mandy
I feel like Ray-J off the brown
This not brandy
My uncle never ever climbed a mountain but was rock pandling
My teacher told me I would not amount, now I rock Lanvin
Mixing up my cup like a mad man
I can't imagine what's happening
Fuck it
I guess I'm all out of chances
I hate I ain't never get to hit the mall
With my advances
Momma bills due
I couldn't ball but I'm still standing
They want the real you
I mean the real Kru
You never did drugs?
I'll hit the booth and show you exactly what these pills do
I'm running out of love
(I feel you)
Bitch I get high
Growing up we ain't get no hugs... from nobody
I got up was broke to C dem G's
I feel like Yo Gotti
Credits
Writer(s): Clay Perry Iii
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