Still Here* Rod Wave

[Intro]
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
Uh, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Now this one for them niggas who don't bout lil Nuni
Turned nothing into something, swear my life gone be a movie
My grandad and my team just came home from the feds
My brother named Rashad, just went up the road again
My pops was still in prison, still he used to send me letters
He still tried to convince me that I could be doing better
Was only fourteen already tryna get some cheddar
I grew 'round somе hotheads like, Vontae, Twan, and Tеllis
Was focused on that money so I started ditching school
Still living with my momma, so I had to finish school
Fell in love with robbin' niggas, kicking doors, and toting 2's
[?] across yo tv, had already hit the news
[?] at juvenile, my momma couldn't save me
Was back and forth in juvenile, I seen so many faces
And driving back to court dates drove my momma crazy
So when I got that money went and bought her that Mercedes
Didn't know childhood friends didn't make it
They get us in that crooked ass system and they hang us
[?] the judge, the jury all them bitches racist
Imagine having hope, knowing the odds be facing
Imagine tryna make, overcoming all them obstacles
Imagine feeling like winning is impossible
Imagine Nuni coming straight up out that bottom too
I'm still here, all thanks to you