Lyrics Still I Fight On - Rome Fortune

Still I Fight On

Piggy backing off realities, got a lot levels that challenge me
Been up three days straight, running from the dreams I chase
Hit and miss the reality, gotta lot of homies that are casualties
So am up three days straight
Fucking women getting mad at me
Never wanna hand out handed
No, yeah, I don’t want your hand out
Put your hand down, like I ain’t Belgian
Yes, ah, yes, ah
I don’t want your hand out, put your hand down
Yeah, I got a little block, cause there’s no competition
You come up on my block, don’t paying you no attention
Mentioned I had demons, my demon is screaming listen
Headphones tuned loud, I can’t let these niggas win it
You would rather spend your money on a tour bus
To be that nigga at the venue when you pull up
I rather spend some money buying cars that pull ups
Than be a silly motherfucker tryna look cool
I had a conversation with this rapper
I had a conversation with this rapper and guess what he told me
I had a conversation with this rapper
I had a conversation with this rapper, that’s what he told me
Hey, we’ll first get a few thing straight by birth
Wrong fortune, had to find faith, grace at 22
In a liquor store, ain’t that they say so
I was desperate nigga, very desperate, I had went through phases
Fuck a gabble grey smith, I fought for survival
Get up out my face man, cause I know the bible
Boy you ain’t no rival, just a sucker who know how to rhyme dog
Just to eat I had to come in calves yow
Piggy backing off realities, got a lot levels that challenge me
Been up three days straight, running from the dreams I chase
Hit and miss the reality, gotta lot of homies that are casualties
So am up three days straight
Fucking women getting mad at me
Never wanna hand out handed
No, yes, I don’t want your hand out
Put your hand down, like I ain’t Belgian
Yes, ah, yes, I said
I don’t want your hand out, put your hand down
I can’t get back all my time lost, from the time lost
In time lost, made me a diamond
When am down and am bound, but I on
All my days, all my days been think that my mind gone
Still I fight on, still I fight on, still I fight on, still I fight on
Look, I said fighting to be the best me
You see I’m better than you
And you don’t know how good you can be
You get slumped in this situation and never can leave
Use a difficult situation as means to get better
Better in the sense of my, not talking cheddar
Took a dead that I would never make it, never me never
But am looking in a low light, pretty good lens
They had many in my whole life, lost pretty good friends
So like, gimme good answer, so like
Gimme good answers when am pushing shit forward
Am not that nigga looking weird, what I think about
That’s what I think about, It’s like
Sitting in the Reverend’s car and in a Deacon’s house
Know the word but you still, put your dick in bitches mouth
But your words tricking people to make them overlook the flaws
Make them overlook the flaws man
Goddamn I ain’t praying to the Lord man
Cause they killing amen, so no amen
And we killing amen, so no amen
(Still no amen, yeah)
I said, everybody want the juice, but what’s the ingredients
Most these niggas with the juice are just, good with obedience
Let them off their collars, huh, let them off their collars
It’s like a wild west chasing dollars
I said, everybody want the juice, but what’s the ingredients
Most these niggas with the juice are just, good with obedience
Let them off their collars, (yes) let them off their collars
It’s like a wild west chasing dollars, chasing dollars
Chasing dollars, like a wild west nigga chasing dollars
Yes, yes, chasing dollars, like a wild west chasing dollars
Still I fight on, still I fight on, still I fight on, still I fight on
Still I fight on, still I fight on, still I fight on, still I fight on