Still Here (feat. Three 6 Mafia & Project Pat)

(Street life killed my daddy
 Got my mama 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 too bright but he know a trap when he sees one
 Got his 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
 Rogaine keeps the hair strong, but cocaine 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 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
 Even though a nigga still in the hood
 Gettin' drunk and smoking on wood
 I'ma make it up otta this street life
 On the corner is where I stood
 Out there all by myself cause a player gotta get this mil
 Wearin' fur ain't doin' us no good
 Flippin' burgers ain't gonna make you filled
 But I'm still ten toes in this hustlin' tryna make it hood rich
 And I still ain't trustin' no bitch cause them motherf**kers always snitch
 It's 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
 Squeeze 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 chains then niggas get killed
 One in the grave, the other in jail
 Nobody wins, that's 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 pushing a Rolls Royce and winning Oscars
 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)