Текст, перевод и аккорды “Still Livin'”
- feat. H.A.W.K., Trae One deep until I die, so your help I refuse it - 4x [Trae] I hear some haters want me dead, but I ain't never been a stranger to drama The most hated around the world, just like my name was Osama Picture my Cheve riding low, boys watching me like the FEDs They'd rather see me dead, instead of watching me get my bread Some of my closest niggaz, wanna see me lose it all But the love of my name is on, they can't get in my shoes at all I'm still hood with it still gangsta, still the Truth up in these streets And still all by my lone, incase they wanna think it's something weak Yeah I hear they like to talk, cause they hate that I'm in my zone My brother said if they don't hate me, then I'm doing something wrong I'm one of last of the real niggaz left, so they know that I'm a target But they know it ain't no stopping my gang, if I get it started My attitude on my shoulder, so respect it I ain't friendly It don't take much to offend me, so don't go to fucking with me Unless you wanna be next, but I don't think that's what you want It's A.B.N. for life, and I'll take it to where these haters don't [Hook] I know a lot of y'all niggaz, wanna see me dead And a lot of y'all niggaz, wanna see me with no bread I know, I might got a price on my head It's alright I ain't scared, bitch I'm still living I know a lot of y'all niggaz, wanna see me lose it And don't want me to make it in nothing, selling drugs or music One deep until I die, so your help I refuse it I'm alright, just as long as I'm still living [H.A.W.K.] See a friend in need, is a friend indeed Not just being cool, cause I smoke good weed Not sitting round me, with a trick up his sleeve And does not believe, that H.A.W.K. will succeed How dare, you feel like that Thought you had my back, now see where your heart is at That hurt, like a heart attack How fraud is that, when I use to front you quarter sacks Damn, I miss Fat Pat And I wouldn't have to ask, do these niggaz really got my back These niggaz, trying to get my stacks Cause the guns gon splat, a few cats will be lying flat Niggaz, wanna see me dead Cause the same nigga who said, is the only motherfucker who's scared I'ma stay, chasing bread And stay getting ahead, and fuck what another nigga said I'm still living [Hook] [Z-Ro] Now when you throw up the West upside down, it's my side of town I use to be a Y.G., but I'm a rider now O.G. credentials and in like one of my rhymes, watch me spit that lead I murder for money half right now, the other half after I get that bitch I ain't gotta tell niggaz I'm Cripping, they know I'm Hoover But I got Blood homies that's cuz homies, they'll be the ones to come do ya When you see me out in public, most likely I'm by my lonely Trust nobody, it's just a plastic or the chrome only When I beef I pick skeletons, I don't pick bones homie Eliminating everybody, cause the last time a punk bitch told on me Just because I follow nobody, don't mean I'm trying to leave niggaz Most niggaz I see trying to rush ya, can't even feed niggaz All I need is God, to protect me from harm And for the death of my enemies first twelve, the hundred and forty third song I've been stabbed shot, went to sleep and woke up in prison They said I'd be dead in a year, but that was two years ago and I'm still living [Hook] (*talking*) Real talk nigga, H-A-Dub-K baby S.U.C. MVP baby, my nigga Z-Ro baby Real talk baby, we still living One deep for life nigga, S.U.C.
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