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q da fool - still lit lyrics

[intro]
ain’t take no field trip
(ahmad, get in here right now)
take a field trip

[verse 1]
you ain’t take no field trip
you ain’t k!lled sh+t (at all)
i done blew that label money and i’m still lit (and i’m still lit)
yeah, i’m still rich
thanks to og ball, we strike, but i don’t leave prints
nah, i don’t leave hints
nah, i don’t need a snitch
nope, i don’t need a b+tch
leaving sh+t, deleting sh+t
i can’t even say bro name, if i call him, i get even quick
i can’t even pop two pills, if i do, b+tch, i get evil quick
i ain’t sellin’ movies when i say i make that regal flip
i’m pressin’ beans and stashin’ seagulls at my cousin crib
shoutout the gang, boy, you ain’t gang if you ain’t step for this
i thought that bro was shaped by road, had to accept he b+tch
they think it’s smoke with what’s+his+name, but me and slim spoke
ain’t no n+gga die, we had to let that go
but for them other n+ggas, just gotta let them know
i’m smashin’ heads and slingin’ lead ’til n+ggas’ brains show
[chorus]
let them things blow
grrt, buh, buh, let them things blow
uh, uh, we gon’ let them things blow
i’ma let that thing blow
smoke ’em, that’s my main goal

[verse 2]
you can’t get your shorty back
i wish they’d bring loyalty back
fifteen thousand down the a, b+tch, that equal forty straps
fifteen thousand in la, i’m flippin’ pounds, they sendin’ racks
they see you lit, they send a rat
if you shoot first, ain’t no shootin’ back
they done took my army guns, now i need some navy straps
the feds done took a thousand hundreds, f+ck ’em ’cause i made it back
i done sold a thousand pills, i blame myself, i threw some back
i done sold a thousand pounds, i even ran off with packs
me and bro go crashin’ off them xans, can’t even ‘member a shot
all them nights, i ain’t forgot
n+ggas act like they forgot
‘posed to be my dog, but all that smoke, it show a n+gga opp
twenty get that n+gga k!lled, five’ll get a n+gga robbed
my b+tch said, “q, why you be up in these streets so f+ckin’ hard?”
this sh+t my job, just play your part
i’m still alive, i played it smart
your n+ggas died, they played it dumb
they hate me just ’cause where i’m from
the realest, name a flaw, not one
there ain’t no opps, then i’ma feel i won
[chorus]
let them things blow
grrt, buh, buh, let them things blow
uh, uh, we gon’ let them things blow
i’ma let that thing blow
smoke ’em, that’s my main goal

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