Still Here - Hester Shawty, Quando Rondo

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

Now she won’t pick up the phone

I’m tripping can’t even walk

I did and he ain’t talk

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

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

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

Stop all that cappin' 'cause that ain’t how you built, lil' nigga

He tried to rob me and he got hit with a missile

And I ain’t trusting no nigga so I sleep wit' a pistol

Plenty times I done prayed and I ain’t hear from the nigga

Back to back in my feelings this knotty head help wit' healing

Depression entering my system and it fuck with my senses

My momma made sure I was full but my pockets were empty

Started trappin', my first thousand dollars felt like a million

And I done cried 'bout Do’Shea don’t give a fuck 'bout a ho

Fucked it up with Breanna so she can get what she want

I can’t trip on my sisters, know they worried 'bout they brother

Dreamin' 'bout that gated property in the hills for my mother

Bora bora with my brothers, I can’t live normal

I just took another pill and it done transformed me

And my girl won’t touch the phone, guess she still ignoring

I’m still here, a nigga living, guess I’m thankful for it

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