Still Here (feat. 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 niggas 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
 I grew up on that gangsta shit
 All about my money pot, now I got bank to get
 I could utilize game, never thanked or tripped
 If you cross the wrong line, I stank you quip
 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 shit's clean, it's pristine
 Your chick cleans, my dick me will whip cream
 I flick, 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
 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 dickies
 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
 Every multipliers, when you rise
 Just so I could tell
 People despise how I grind
 Niggas wish I would fell
 See the signs of the times
 Tell me, will I prevail
 Skeletons in my closet haunt me like some shit out of hell
 The devil told me, they would forever control me
 Left the trenches of hell 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 niggas runnin' me over
 Bitches are fucked, man
 Lookin' at me is the problem
 But I got hella respect when I will beat the shit out of 'em
 Dear father, I cry and grip my teeth 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
 Blast shots through the night
 Had cock 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 shit
 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 nobody, I'm a grown man
 I make my money, eat out of my own hand