Still Throwed

Still hood, still paid, still throwed, still gangsta

Still a G, don't play me 'cause you'll see asshole by nature

Still hood, still paid, still throwed, still gangsta

Still a G, don't play me 'cause you'll see asshole by nature

Uh, couldn't afford lobster, couldn't afford steak

So a three-piece chicken wing dinner, that's what I ate

Most friends were broke, only a couple had cake

Sleeping outside, I had nowhere to take my dates

Walking around every day in the same old clothes

Seeing the same old ****, and the same old hoes

Strippers at the club dancing on the same old poles

Drug dealers tryna get you to cocaine yo' nose

Police raided the block, every day at the same time

Tryna catch us and cuff us for committing the same crime

But we had us a vision like Jordan with Hang Time

Tryna make a million dollars off of nickels and dimes

Brother, that was eleven years ago, and I'm still grinding

Straight up out of the ruff, I ain't nothing but a diamond

Use to do it for free now I'm paid for my rhymin'

The money too good, I ain't thinking about retirin'

Yeah, I am the street dreams, still reppin' for the south

But they wait until you get it, then they run up in yo' house

24 hours a day they forever running they mouth

Haters on dick, but I'd rather run it in they spouse

It ain't hard to understand I'm on a different type of mission (yeah)

Bein' broke ain't even a option bitch I gotta glisten (yeah)

I starved back then ain't nobody wanna listen (yeah)

And that was way before I even had a pot to piss in (uh)

But what a **** know I put the hood in the view

Now they greet me with the H every time I come through

That's just out of respect 'cause I represent the realer

Been a G all of my life and never act brand-new

Ain't no limit to the hustle 'cause I want it full-time

I use to get half, now I want the full shine

Tryna make it to the top'll be my reason for rhyme

And the gutta guarantee me I'ma get it this time (yeah)

Still hood, still paid, still throwed, still gangsta

Still a G, don't play me 'cause you'll see asshole by nature

Still hood, still paid, still throwed, still gangsta

Still a G, don't play me 'cause you'll see asshole by nature

My ass got Crown Holder jeans, my chest got Evisu

And my feet got Gator

But don't get it twisted, and play me for weak

I just wanna look good when I'm walking over all y'all haters

When I was on lock, my **** Trae was taking over this bitch

And when I came home, we connected like the internet

Bitch, I'm a veteran, I've been around ever since the beginning

I've done a hell of a lot, but I'm not finished yet

I want a plaque, but the bootleggers be making it hard to do

Keep selling this shit bitch, we gon' mob on you

My attitude is rude, I never gave a fuck and I never will man

I'm just tryna pay my bills, hold up

Pimp C, P.A. trill **** (trill ****)

Polo fuck that Hilfiger (Hilfiger)

Rest In Peace, I'ma see you when I get there bro

Even though you in the grave my **** you still throwed

When it comes to being hood, hell yeah, I'm in the zone

Never walk in nothing less than eight balls and a home

I'm the truth for real and ain't just in a song

Got 'em looking at these hoes like they never seen chrome

When they pick up in the trunk, it's a hundred percent slow

So throwed and you know Mr. Mcvey is so blowed

I'm cool but the whip wanna pose

Yeah, the trunk got a mind of its own, all I do is let it glow

It's the king of the streets and the king of the ghetto

Middle finger in the air when I wanna say hello

Call me what ya want, I use to chase after hoes

Now I got 'em chasing me until they breaking they stilettos

I'm still hood, still gangsta

A.B.N is on the top haters I'ma thank ya

Plus everywhere you go you gotta deal with us like it or not

'Cause in the streets or the rap we gon' out rank ya

Still hood, still paid, still throwed, still gangsta

Still a G, don't play me 'cause you'll see asshole by nature

Still hood, still paid, still throwed, still gangsta

Still a G, don't play me 'cause you'll see asshole by nature