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j-raa - still lyrics

[verse 1]
why am i still in the closet?
how do i make it up outta the trap?
mind, i feel like i lost it
i don’t know if i’ma make it in rap
not the same struggle as 21 sav’
ain’t have to ride with the k!llers and stab
troubles were mental like robin and bat
now i’ma make it not stuck wit’ a flat, aye
ain’t goin’ back, aye
plan of attack, aye
gotta spit better than you do
tracks you be droppin’ are soundin’ like doodoo, aye
i know that i’m still a stranger, tech n9ne
f+ck wit’ me hop in the ranger
let’s ride
run it up
run it up
my bank account i’ma double up
f+ck it up
f+ck it up
hop in the pit with my knuckles up
goin’ hannibal crazy on this beat when i’m slidin’ on it
two hoes in the mercedes got ’em screamin’ when they ridin’ on it
on my last sh+t i was just a baby wit’ a mic
that was last sh+t, this that new j+raa boutta blow yo’ mind
immature with the punchlines, p++pty scoop
chuck+e+cheese it’s a fun time, woopty woop
[hook]
still
got the motivation, matter of fact it’s more than ever
still
all them hoes are waitin’, watchin’ me go and they get wetter
still
droppin’ heat no satan, all of my sh+t is just gettin’ better
still
on that grind i’m racin’, lightning mcqueen to yo’ kachigga
still
still
still
still
i’ma keep goin’
i’ma keep goin’
i’ma keep goin’, i’ma keep goin’, i’ma keep goin’, i’ma keep goin’

[verse 2]
found myself on the verge of quittin’
almost ain’t drop my last album, i was listenin’
to the worst comments and the numbers
barely any streams, comparin’ to mo bamba’s
plus i still got no lovers
all that sh+t back then used to matter (now it don’t)
all that sh+t you used to talk boohoo blabber (go back home)
i ain’t gon’ deal wit’ your bullsh+t
full clip
aimin’ at yo’ head, trigger pull it
oh sh+t
i ain’t never quittin’
i’ma keep spittin’
if you don’t like my sh+t, suck my d+ck b+tch
h+lla steps forward, checkin’ my fitbit
not the mars rover, i ain’t goin’ missin’
i don’t give a f+ck if i ain’t as big as drake
belly fillin’ up, it’s about time i had my cake
starvin’ since the day that i popped out the womb
grindin’ ’til the day that i’m put down in my tomb
hey, naysayers
put your hands up
only hate cuz you ain’t famous
you my grandsons
[hook]
still
got the motivation, matter of fact it’s more than ever
still
all them hoes are waitin’, watchin’ me go and they get wetter
still
droppin’ heat no satan, all of my sh+t is just gettin’ better
still
on that grind i’m racin’, lightning mcqueen to yo’ kachigga
still
still
still
i’ma keep goin’
i’ma keep goin’
i’ma keep goin’, i’ma keep goin’, i’ma keep goin’, i’ma keep goin’

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