[Intro: Hester Shawty]
Fly Melodies
Can't leave the house without my gun
Can’t even trust a nigga can't leave the house without my gun
Leave the house without my gun
C-C-CorMill
Now she won't pick up the phone
I’m tripping can't even walk
I did and he ain't talk
[Chorus: Hester Shawty]
I can't even trust a nigga, can't leave the house without my gun
Said some shit to my woman, now she won't pick up the phone
Percocets in my system, I'm trippin', can’t even walk
They told me pray to the lord and I did and he ain’t talk
I'm still here (I’m still here)
I'm still here, I guess it's good I'm still here (I’m still here)
I'm still here, I guess it's good I'm still here (I'm still here)
I'm still here, I guess it's good I'm still here (I'm still here)
I'm still here, I guess it's good I'm still here
[Verse 1: Quando Rondo]
See, I done did so many things growing up in them trenches
And I done been put inside them chains and locked behind them fences
I done went plenty nights for food tell me do you know the feeling
Momma struggling, dropped out of school, I had to go and get it
Serving junkies for pennies and quarters, trying to stack it to the ceiling
Steady dreaming 'bout the suburbs from my window of that project building
Got on my knees prayed to the lord that one day I could touch a fucking million
Live by the gun die by the sword, gotta keep a gun can't let nobody kill me
Goin' before my time up I still fear
Be in a shootout but my gun jammed, thank the lord I'm still here
Niggas be rapping 'bout that life but they don't live how we live
I feel like I'm on my third strike, no, they don't feel how we feel
And if it come down to the come down, I know they ain't gone keep it real
Livin' life on run while tryna chase a dollar bill
In the city where I'm from, I swear you gotta keep a steel
I swear one false move, that'll get ya ass killed for real, yeah
Fly Melodies
Can't leave the house without my gun
Can’t even trust a nigga can't leave the house without my gun
Leave the house without my gun
C-C-CorMill
Now she won't pick up the phone
I’m tripping can't even walk
I did and he ain't talk
[Chorus: Hester Shawty]
I can't even trust a nigga, can't leave the house without my gun
Said some shit to my woman, now she won't pick up the phone
Percocets in my system, I'm trippin', can’t even walk
They told me pray to the lord and I did and he ain’t talk
I'm still here (I’m still here)
I'm still here, I guess it's good I'm still here (I’m still here)
I'm still here, I guess it's good I'm still here (I'm still here)
I'm still here, I guess it's good I'm still here (I'm still here)
I'm still here, I guess it's good I'm still here
[Verse 1: Quando Rondo]
See, I done did so many things growing up in them trenches
And I done been put inside them chains and locked behind them fences
I done went plenty nights for food tell me do you know the feeling
Momma struggling, dropped out of school, I had to go and get it
Serving junkies for pennies and quarters, trying to stack it to the ceiling
Steady dreaming 'bout the suburbs from my window of that project building
Got on my knees prayed to the lord that one day I could touch a fucking million
Live by the gun die by the sword, gotta keep a gun can't let nobody kill me
Goin' before my time up I still fear
Be in a shootout but my gun jammed, thank the lord I'm still here
Niggas be rapping 'bout that life but they don't live how we live
I feel like I'm on my third strike, no, they don't feel how we feel
And if it come down to the come down, I know they ain't gone keep it real
Livin' life on run while tryna chase a dollar bill
In the city where I'm from, I swear you gotta keep a steel
I swear one false move, that'll get ya ass killed for real, yeah
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