Still Me (2016 Freestyle) Yung Pinch

[Intro]
Yeah-yeah oh
Oh-woah oh
Yung Pinch in this woe
That's right
Ey

[Verse 1]
You could compare to whoever bitch I'm still gone be me
Still gone put on for my city make 'em come to the beach
All these boys they be hatin but they wanna be me
I just did my own thang and I stuck to dreams, yeah
Some homies stuck to they guns
Some homies swung through them trees
My parents stuck on them drugs
Now they still stuck on the streets
I had to focus on me
I had to grow up In weeks
Grandpa told me you can do whatever
Boy I swear to god just believe
But
Lost him at 11
Pray to God there's heaven
Bet he watching me still, yeah
Risk it all and hit seven
Shit
I'm coming up on y'all
Money starting to get long
I can't do no wrong, yeah
Palms itching get sweaty
Bitch I need that fetti
Go and get me that bag, girl
After that get ready
We going out, going up
Baby we gone do it big
They can't do it like us, yeah
They ain't ever do shit
Love the life that I live
Live the life that I love
But everything ain't how it seems when reality's fucked up
Granny worried bout bills
Old Homies on pills
News channels can't chill
People out here gettin' killed
Damn
Shit been going down hill
This really how I feel
All this shit lack common sense
Plus the politics ain't real
Yeah
Prolly why I smoke bud
Prolly why I'm up to no good (shit)
I'm just doing what I should
Prolly why they always get it twisted and never really Understood
Work my way to the top
Always knew that I could
Yeah
Go hard or go home
Get the money lie low
That just how this shit go
Yeah, yeah
Someone knock in' at the door
If it's momma let me know
Yeah yeah
Thats the realest shit ever I wrote
That's the realist shit I ever spoke
Every bar a fuckin quote