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