Letras
Still, a kid in my head chasing a dream
Still, gripping the glock from what I've seen
Still, moving to work to get to green
Still, killing these shows a murder scene
Still, smoke ten blunts to get to sleep
Still, cold out here, I'll bring the heat
Still, into some shit Knee deep
Still, can't get a grip, know what I mean
Still going hey, I've been grinding for a long time
You ain't catching up, still looking for a cosign
I've been making plays, first grade on the landline
I be in the cut till I blow up like a landmine
Been dipping since a kid, I might blow up
Still playing games, no shame, I never grow up
I've been talking shit since a jit, so what?
Pulled up for the fade, no shade, you didn't show up
Still runna fade, still catching plays
Still on the block, still grip the glock
Track still knock, still burn a blunt
Still flow in front, still independent trucks, 8-5 with some jessup
Still, a kid in my head, chasing a dream
Still, gripping the glock from what I've seen
Still, moving the work to get to green
Still, killing these shows, a murder scene
Still, smoke ten blunts to get to sleep
Still, cold out here, I bring the heat
Still, into some shit, knee deep
Still can't getta grip, know what I mean?