Still Here

Doin' well, dog Yeah, me and all my Yeah, me—yeah Me and all my niggas doin' well, doin' well, dog You not from the city, I could tell, I could tell, dog Did it, did it, did it by myself, by myself, dog Blew up and I'm in the city still, I'm still here, dog How did I finesse all of this shit from Jane and Weston? Girls all in my bed and they don't trip off first impressions Girls all in your bed and they just ask a hundred questions I can't fuck with you no more cause you be actin' extra Do your favorite rapper like my son, like my son though Nothing mutual about my funds, 'bout my funds though All you niggas fightin' over crumbs, where the bread at? How they feel about you where you're from, where your bed at? I don't need no pill to speak my mind, I don't need that I make people pay me for my time, yeah, I need that And I see your girl like all the time, all the time though I can't tell you if she's yours or mine but I do know Me and all my niggas doin' well, doin' well, dog You not from the city, I could tell, I could tell, dog Did it, did it, did it by myself, by myself, dog Blew up and I'm in the city still, I'm still here, dog Oh, and I'm back, dog Oh, you just went and turned your back, dog I thought that we were family You showed me that we can't be I gotta talk to God even though He isn't near me Based on what I got, it's hard to think that He don't hear me Hitting like that 30 on my jersey, man, I'm gifted Whole lot of sixes, but I'm still like Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah Six-point star, Lion of the Judah All my niggas ain't off rockin' Gucci One do it, then we all gotta do it Got the key, now the door's open, and we all goin' through it Whole city at your head for the boy I ain't even gotta call no one for it Me and all my niggas doin' well, doin' well, dog You not from the city, I could tell, I could tell, dog Did it, did it, did it by myself, by myself, dog Blew up and I'm in the city still, I'm still— Wow, all praise to the most high up