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c-mob - still here lyrics

[intro: t-rock]
c-mob and t-rock man
rock solid mafia
we goin’ full throttle man
thank god we still here, you know what i’m talking about
you heard man?
some n-ggas here their whole life
still don’t know what they here for
still don’t have a purpose in life
you know what i’m talking about
so you can look at it in two ways man
you can complain about where you not at
and where you wanna be
or you could think about what you could be
and where you at
you heard man?
c-mob, get ’em

[verse 1: c-mob]
i grew up on that gangsta sh-t
all about my money partna, i got bank to get
i could utilize game, never thanked or tripped
if you cross the wrong line, i stank you quick
at fifteen, i split fiends and hit green
at sixteen has sick dreams to rip spleens
sip lean and flip green to get cream
my wrist bleeds, it’s glistening, the trick’s clean
what chris means, the sh-t’s clean, it’s pristine
your chick cleans, my d-ck me will whip cream
i fl!ck, fling, i clip ring, i lip scream
when we were young, thangs were wild
are you listening?
but as you grow older, life starts to make a change
grown in the villa, but a lot of me is still the same
mainly the biggest change is my priorities
but i can’t say the same for the majority

[hook: c-mob]
some things will never change
and that’s the way it is
some folks are wrong, but they’re still like little kids
some got their mind on their money
and now they’re makin’ it
and some don’t know how
so they just take it in
you see i’m still here, white t, fresh d-ckies
still by my business and you still don’t wanna mess with me
and i’m lucky i ain’t dead or in a wheelchair
and i just thank god because i’m still here

[verse 2: t-rock]
every multipliers, when you rise
just so i could tell
people despise how i grind
n-ggas wish i would fell
see the signs of the times
tell me, will i prevail
skeletons in my closet haunt me like some sh-t out of h-ll
the devil told me, they would forever control me
left the trenches of h-ll now it’s on ’til i’ll od
with the power of prayer
i’m standin’ as tall as an oak tree
god protect me, don’t let satan turn me back to the old me
god knows my heart and now that i wanna be sober
i turn it up, the (cheekin’ piece?)
with n-ggas runnin’ me over
b-tches are f-cked, man
lookin’ at me is the problem
but i got h-lla respect when i will beat the sh-t out of ’em
dear father, i cry and grip my t–th at the bottom
mother society resemblin’ a street up inside of ’em
cold as autumn
i try to put my feelings in the past
semi warm-hearted but the nice guys finish last

[hook: c-mob]

[verse 3: c-mob]
blast shots through the night
had c-ck to the right
used to help a fiend
put a crack rock to the pipe
that’s not for you to like
boy you better run quick
don’t regret it all but i used to do some dumb sh-t
cats are used to run quick, turned to be fake
take it as a life lesson, gotta learn from mistakes
on my every day grind, i be earning my cake
visions of my enemies gettin’ burned at the stake
growin’ up in the land of the folks and lords
in the town where everybody is broken board
better back yourself with actions, not your vocal cords
you might end up in a local morgue
grown cats acted just like they acted in the 12th grade
you had your mind right
you could be well paid
i rely on n0body, i’m a grown man
i make my money, eat out of my own hand

[hook: c-mob]

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