Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Here, artist - Drake. Album song Views, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money, Young Money Entertainment
Song language: English
Still Here |
Doin' well, dog |
Yeah, me and all my |
Yeah, me—yeah |
Me and all my niggas doin' well, doin' well, dog |
You not from the city, I could tell, I could tell, dog |
Did it, did it, did it by myself, by myself, dog |
Blew up and I’m in the city still, I’m still here, dog |
How did I finesse all of this shit from Jane and Weston? |
Girls all in my bed and they don’t trip off first impressions |
Girls all in your bed and they just ask a hundred questions |
I can’t fuck with you no more cause you be actin' extra |
Do your favorite rapper like my son, like my son though |
Nothing mutual about my funds, 'bout my funds though |
All you niggas fightin' over crumbs, where the bread at? |
How they feel about you where you’re from, where yo bed at? |
I don’t need no pill to speak my mind, I don’t need that |
I make people pay me for my time, yeah, I need that |
And I see your girl like all the time, all the time though |
I can’t tell you if she’s yours or mine but I do know |
Me and all my niggas doin' well, doin' well, dog |
You not from the city, I could tell, I could tell, dog |
Did it, did it, did it by myself, by myself, dog |
Blew up and I’m in the city still, I’m still here, dog |
Oh, and I’m back, dog |
Oh, you just went and turned your back, dog |
I thought that we were family |
You showed me that we can’t be |
I gotta talk to God even though He isn’t near me |
Based on what I got, it’s hard to think that He don’t hear me |
Hitting like that 30 on my jersey, man, I’m gifted |
Whole lot of sixes, but I’m still like |
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah |
Six-point star, Lion of the Judah |
All my niggas ain’t off rockin' Gucci |
One do it, then we all gotta do it |
Got the key, now the door’s open, and we all goin' through it |
Whole city at your head for the boy |
I ain’t even gotta call no one for it |
Me and all my niggas doin' well, doin' well, dog |
You not from the city, I could tell, I could tell, dog |
Did it, did it, did it by myself, by myself, dog |
Blew up and I’m in the city still, I’m still— |
Wow, all praise to the most high up… |