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Lyfe Jennings » Still Here
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	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 motherfuckers 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
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