Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Thuggin, artist - Starlito. Album song Introversion, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grind Hard
Song language: English
Still Thuggin |
I’m still thuggin shit so fucked up it’s to the point that I don’t feel nothing |
Don’t know what day it is all I know is the bills coming |
Ain’t got no time to waste I’m tryna get this real money |
And I know n*ggas that’ll kill for me |
If they won’t die for me then I think they will steal from me |
No matter where I be I see police I feel funny |
Been round the globe and one thing I know for show the real of them |
A living legend not being signed don’t depress me |
I take pride in being real in fact my city respect me |
It ain’t the diamond necklace or the rolex’s |
The Vill love me so in normal clothes I feel like I’m flexing |
I talk slick enough to get the baddest b*tches naked |
I hustle harder cause being broke does affect me |
Don’t let no vice text me I know they want me arrested |
I switch phones daily I know them folks tryna get me |
I move so unexpected come to friends I’m so selective |
Some n*ggas ain’t thuggin y’all n*ggas grown detectives |
I rep Cashville in the way they won’t regret me |
Introversion like Lito so please forgive me |
I built this city with bricks boy |
From the bottom n*gga I’m the architect |
Gave half of these n*ggas 4 and a half ounces though and didn’t charge them sh*t |
Some n*ggas don’t f*ck with me and it’s obvious I don’t give a f*ck |
Broke b*tches try to talk to me but I’m too busy tryna get it up |
Is that real I’m getting paid still |
Selling pills like advils and I don’t give a f*ck how n*ggas feel |
B*tch I am Cashville |
Selling cane on trinity lane |
Pimpin hoes on Dickinson road |
And I’m standing on buck candy y’all know how this sh*t goes |
The police gunning us down like it’s target practice |
I swear this sh*t is sad and these young n*ggas trigger happy |
I ain’t make it to graduation been to busy getting active |
Can’t say I really blame them cause that could be a lesson |
Everybody want to be a rapper everybody holla free the trappers |
They throw the book at you before you can read a chapter |
They ask why I’m introverted I think the weed a factor |
Plus my life ain’t entertainment and I can’t compete with actors |
Labeled some greedy bastards I’m thuggin it independent |
This intermediation no middle man in my business |
In Cashville I’ve been official |
No rap’s getting beneficial |
Stacking them rack and giving back cause I been there with you |
They say I’m giving hope to the hopeless |
Living broke got me focused |
In the studio like in kitchen I’m whipping up cooking O’s |
Cool let it congeal watch it all come together |
Hard work pays off I’m trying to ball forever |
Bought a car off the extras said it’s all in the wrist |
Young n*ggas always at risk never thought of calling it quits |
Still get followed and sh*t |
Them people all in my mix and the car with a stick |
I almost forgot I bought it legit |
A street influence school of hard knock be the genius student |
You know I keep the toolset |
When you see me keep it moving |
Bands like tears you advanced I don’t need it foo |
I just took a chance at one plant |