מילים לשיר Still Here – Lyfe Jennings

Street life killed my daddy
got my momma pregnant in the back of a caddy
since i lost my first tooth i ain't been happy young wild nigga child why that boy is so nappy
he got that devil in 'im police wanna take him down
used to be a player but the coochie cost money now
he ain't to bright but he know a trap when he see one
got is conscious in his pants with his gun Chorus:
seventeen years of rain foggin up my windows
it done been seventeen years of pain
but i'm still here though
seventeen years of rain foggin up my windows
it done been seventeen years of pain but i'm still here though
shoe box full of pictures
all that's left of good times i shared with my niggas
some alive and some no longer with us
how da, how da, how da hell do you pray for forgiveness when you got devil in you
rogain keeps the hair strong but cocain keeps the cable on
i can't wait till my nigga jb come home
why do all the real niggas stay gone so long
chorus
seventeen years of rain foggin up my window
it done been seventeen years of pain
but i'm still here though
seventeen years of rain foggin up my windows it done been seventeen years of pain but i'm still here though
even though a nigga still in the hood gettin drunk and smokin on wood
i'ma make it up out of this street life on the corner is where i stood
out there all by myself cuz a player gotta get this mil
wearin fur ain't doin us no good
flippin burgers ain't gonn make you filled
but i'm still ten toes in this hustlin tryna make hood rich
and i still ain't trustin no bitch cuz the mother fuckers always snitch
its hard in this ghetto man fifteen years old with coke and caine cheese don't come i'ma go insane snatch me a purse snatch me a chain out here on the block with the fiends and the moon sqweeze on the glock tryna pop at a goon
he done stole my dough he took my food project wasn't born with a silver spoon in mouth in my grill wear six chain then niggas get killed
one in the grave the other in jail
nobody wins thats fo' real back way when i was a runny nose
runnin round up and down the town
carrying a black glock and a gold frown i kept that product on me it wasn't no problem homie you said it i had it and met you if you stole my money
just tryna buy bologna but now i'm buying lobster
still totin a glock but pusing a rolls rouce and winning oscars chorus.