Lyrics
Itz MC Two On The Beat
Yeah... still breathing
Still walking these streets
West Coast... ninety-something
Still in the game, yeah we standing our ground
Same blocks, same dreams, just wiser now
Still in the game, heard the streets call my name
Lost some souls on the way, but we still in the game
Came up broke but my pride stayed rich
Had hope in my pocket, dirt on my kicks
Every corner taught lessons schools never did
How to read fake smiles and real bids
OGs talked slow with a drink in hand
Said "respect last longer than a quick grand"
Now I move with purpose, not just hunger and rage
Trying to outlive the curse of the block and the age
Seen the rise, seen the fall, seen friends switch lanes
Over jealousy, money, or street fame
Helicopters hovering, same old song
Night after night, still pushing on
West Coast sun but the shadows stay long
Smile for the camera, pain in the song
I rap what I live, I live what I say
That's why the streets still feel what we play
Still in the game, yeah we standing our ground
Same blocks, same dreams, just wiser now
Still in the game, heard the streets call my name
Lost some souls on the way, but we still in the game
I spit for survival, not radio spins
For the ones doing time while the world still spins
Life test loyalty, faith, and heart
Some fold quick, some play their part
We aged with the scars, learned how to heal
Turned street nightmares into something real
If tomorrow don't come, let the record explain
We stood tall till the end — still in the game
West side... ride slow
Still here... still real
Still in the game, yeah we standing our ground
Same blocks, same dreams, just wiser now
Still in the game, heard the streets call my name
Lost some souls on the way, but we still in the game
Bass fades, synth whine echoes