Still Here Lyrics - The Phoenix - Lyfe Jennings

It's that man again 

Some people have heard of him as a hustler 

Hell, hope live, really 

Street life killed my daddy 

Got my momma pregnant in the back of a caddy 

Since I lost my first tooth, I ain't been happy 

Young wild nigga child, why that boy is so nappy? 

He got that devil in I'm police wanna take him down 

Used to be a player but the Coochie cost money now 

He ain't to bright but he know a trap when he see one 

Got is conscious in his pants with his gun 

Seventeen years of rain foggin' up my windows, yeah 

It done been seventeen years of pain but I'm still here though 

Seventeen years of rain foggin' up my windows, yeah 

It done been seventeen years of pain but I'm still here though 

Shoe box full of pictures 

All that's left of good times I've shared with my niggas 

Some alive and some no longer with us 

How da, how da, how da hell do you pray for forgiveness? 

When you got devil in you 

Rogain keeps the hair strong but cocaine keeps the cable on 

I can't wait till my nigga JB come home 

Why do all the real niggas stay gone so long? 

Seventeen years of rain foggin' up my windows, yeah 

It done been seventeen years of pain but I'm still here though 

Seventeen years of rain foggin' up my windows, yeah 

It done been seventeen years of pain but I'm still here though 

Even though a nigga still in the hood, gettin' drunk and smokin' on wood 

I'ma make it up out of this street life on the corner is where I stood 

Out there all by myself 'cause a player gotta get this mil 

Wearin' fur ain't doin' us no good flippin' burgers ain't gon' make you filled 

But I'm still ten toes in this hustlin' tryna make hood rich 

And I still ain't trustin' no bitch 'cause the mother fuckers always snitch 

It's hard in this ghetto man fifteen years old with coke and cane 

Cheese don't come I'ma go insane snatch me a purse, snatch me a chain 

Out here on the block with the fiends and the moon 

Squeeze on the glock tryna pop at a goon 

He done stole my dough, he took my food 

Project wasn't born with a silver spoon 

In my mouth, in my grill wear six chain then niggas get killed 

One in the grave the other in jail, nobody wins that's fo' real 

Back way when I was a runny nose runnin' round up and down 

The town carrying a black glock and a gold frown 

I kept that product on me, it wasn't no problem homie 

You said it, I had it and met you if you stole my money 

Just tryna buy bologna but now I'm buying lobster 

Still totin' a glock but pushing a Rolls Royce and winning Oscars 

Yeah, 365 Mafia, Project Pat, Lyfe Jennings 

If you can believe, you can achieve every damn bug 

'Round us a good day, yeah 

Seventeen years of rain foggin' up my windows, yeah 

It done been seventeen years of pain but I'm still here though 

Seventeen years of rain foggin' up my windows, yeah 

It done been seventeen years of pain but I'm still here though