Still Here
Yeah
Uh
Yeah, uh
Fresh from dropping albums back to back
(What it look like?)
Yeah the boy been in the kitchen more than Rae
(What it cook like?)
Yeah the chef on a mission
Strictly built for no admission
'Less you out here cuban linking with the gold
(Whole crew lit nigga)
Attire black to black
(Got em shook like)
Yeah it's body bag b!tch
On my body bag sh!t
Zip em up 'till the K shine
Do it for my last name
I ain't talking rap names
I'm just talking real shit
I'm just tryna chill with
A mami I can build with
Remind me of my old self
Grimey but the flow felt
Clean as ifluit, how sublimely I can float felt
Light as a feather
Every rhyme he ever wrote helped
Lessen the burden
Cause when life was a mess and a curtain
Kept it concealed
I would write, while addressing an urgent
Need to keep going like
"Don't you let them play us
They can talk that numbers talk
But don't you let em say as' rephanga"
Praise to the most always
Keep my family and friends close always
Mobbing through the city with the bros always
Smoking something JoJo grew for growth
Always
Always
Praise to the most always
Keep my family and friends close always
Mobbing through the city with the bros always
Smoking something JoJo grew for growth
Always
Always
Fuck wave riding I need the land back
Still here, stuck stage diving on Peter Pan raps
Fly sh!t, never lands, over their heads
They don't catch much
I still hit the ground running
Only rock the realest
Rezzy got the block hot
Every drop he top notch and only got gorillas
Crew be going ape
Bevvy full of Pac shots
Henny got me ready for the top spot hot shot
Doobie blowing haze
In my Jita's drop top
He happy that dropped rocked it heavy
And I've not stopped
He was on my case
Consistently like every year
"Mncedi, where's the album?"
Got you Sbo, loud and clear
Fine wine dining with the bros apparel
And it ain't a toast if it ain't Toasted Barrels
And it wouldn't be life without a host of battles
But we bob and weave through em
Yeah we breeze through em
Uh
Praise to the most always
Keep my family and friends close always
Mobbing through the city with the bros always
Smoking something JoJo grew for growth
Always
Always
Praise to the most always
Keep my family and friends close always
Mobbing through the city with the bros always
Smoking something JoJo grew for growth
Always
Always
Uh
Yeah, uh
Fresh from dropping albums back to back
(What it look like?)
Yeah the boy been in the kitchen more than Rae
(What it cook like?)
Yeah the chef on a mission
Strictly built for no admission
'Less you out here cuban linking with the gold
(Whole crew lit nigga)
Attire black to black
(Got em shook like)
Yeah it's body bag b!tch
On my body bag sh!t
Zip em up 'till the K shine
Do it for my last name
I ain't talking rap names
I'm just talking real shit
I'm just tryna chill with
A mami I can build with
Remind me of my old self
Grimey but the flow felt
Clean as ifluit, how sublimely I can float felt
Light as a feather
Every rhyme he ever wrote helped
Lessen the burden
Cause when life was a mess and a curtain
Kept it concealed
I would write, while addressing an urgent
Need to keep going like
"Don't you let them play us
They can talk that numbers talk
But don't you let em say as' rephanga"
Praise to the most always
Keep my family and friends close always
Mobbing through the city with the bros always
Smoking something JoJo grew for growth
Always
Always
Praise to the most always
Keep my family and friends close always
Mobbing through the city with the bros always
Smoking something JoJo grew for growth
Always
Always
Fuck wave riding I need the land back
Still here, stuck stage diving on Peter Pan raps
Fly sh!t, never lands, over their heads
They don't catch much
I still hit the ground running
Only rock the realest
Rezzy got the block hot
Every drop he top notch and only got gorillas
Crew be going ape
Bevvy full of Pac shots
Henny got me ready for the top spot hot shot
Doobie blowing haze
In my Jita's drop top
He happy that dropped rocked it heavy
And I've not stopped
He was on my case
Consistently like every year
"Mncedi, where's the album?"
Got you Sbo, loud and clear
Fine wine dining with the bros apparel
And it ain't a toast if it ain't Toasted Barrels
And it wouldn't be life without a host of battles
But we bob and weave through em
Yeah we breeze through em
Uh
Praise to the most always
Keep my family and friends close always
Mobbing through the city with the bros always
Smoking something JoJo grew for growth
Always
Always
Praise to the most always
Keep my family and friends close always
Mobbing through the city with the bros always
Smoking something JoJo grew for growth
Always
Always
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