Still You Doubted Me Lyrics - Haystak

I was born a bastard my momma was a baby. 

And she didnt have the skills it would ever take to raise me. 

Pops jumped ship and left us doin bad. 

I pretty much blamed him for everything i never had. 

Far back as i remember i was always mad. 

Constantly in trouble i was always bad. 

Used to whip my ass for stealin and skippin class. 

Just basicly fuckin up they said i was nothin but a fuck-up. 

Your fuckin nuts just wait and see. 

I cant wait to make em eat that shit they talked about me. 

Im make granny proud of me. 

Be someone that i can be. 

Proud to be. 

They aint fittin to make no ass outta me. 

How did we overcome such obsticals and set backs. 

They told me i was average but i just couldn't accept that. 

Let that be the words carved in my headstone. 

P.S. you hatin motherfuckers were dead wrong. 

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Told you muthafucka day one. 

I was gone do it. 

I was gone do it. 

Still you doubted me. 

Still you doubted me 

Day turned to night i paid the cost for the fame. 

I was drawn to the game like a moth to a flame. 

Guess you could say i had a troublesome past. 

Remeber talkin to my muthafuckin momma threw glass. 

The look in her i eye boy im so sick of your ass your never gone change your just like your dad..DAMN 

The look in her face told me i was a mistake. 

She wish she had never made goes from back in the day. 

It came from the grave with a message i she didnt wanna hear. 

Remember that trip to hell here your lil souvenir. 

Dont drink no belvedere i blow that killa smoke. 

I hit that volume button then let them gurillas go. 

You didnt know a seed would grow threw the concrete. 

Make a million dollars mearly speakin over drum beats. 

Yes ya did been tellin you since i was a kid. 

N you responded get on with that bullshit. 

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I rolled my eyes as if to say fuck all ya'll. 

All i ever had was my muthafuckin papa. 

My grandma fed me catfish n coleslaw. 

I hit the weed then pass it to my road dogs. 

I grip the steerin wheel i mash the gas pedal. 

Bitch ima be here when the muthafuckin dust settles. 

Prolly been better off if i had just let go. 

Wonder where id be in life if i had just said no. 

But life to short for me to ponder questions i never answer. 

But why am i still smokin after all i lost from cancer. 

At this point in live all my worries are finacial. 

And any losses that i have to take will be substantial. 

Im not stoppin cuz its not an option. 

Get it straight im not sweepin n not moppin. 

A muthafuckin thing you get that boss. 

And all that real job talk just piss Stack off n say... 

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