Lil Keke - Still Throwed lyrics

(*talking*) Ok, late night grinding Understand, Young Don in the building Of course, a n***a still throwed with it C.M.G. for life, Teflon feel it [Lil' Keke] I've been told I can't do it, mostly all my life I done crapped plenty times, but kept shooting the dice You don't work and don't eat, it's a sacrifice That's why n***as go to jail, and they turn to mice Eat steaks and kool-aid, not no water and rice And my family live good, cause we paid the price Could you still be a rapper, without no ice I was born with a gift, that's why I flow so nice I'm a two-time felon, so I f**ed up twice So I switched up my game, not to get three strikes No I can't win 'em all, but I done won some fights And I still smoke weed, on my sleepless nights Why n***as acting like, they don't know wrong from right And why they steady trying to ball, when they money is tight I'ma peel n***as back, when they good and ripe Cause they just a bunch of talk, trying to find some hype [Hook] I know I'm thoed with it, and I ain't gon let 'em change my mind A kid writing raps, turning nickels into dimes I been thoed with it, but they steady talking down Continue dropping hits, till it's my motherf**ing time Still thoed with it, won't these haters let me shine I'm hungry for the title, close it up and give me mine So thoed with it, like it's all brand new Represent for Houston Texas, my n***as that's what it do [Lil' Keke] n***as screaming in the background, f** Lil' Ke But when I see 'em in the streets, they start copping a plea I give a fat rat's a**, what they say bout me And my mama told me, Jesus the only thang that's free Still thoed with it, cause what's real gon be real And rapping ain't a hobby or a game, it's a feel I'm puffing on the purple, letting the smoke hit my throat Letting the pen hit the pad, then it's murder he wrote Got a candy coat, it put my slab on note With them suicide do's, and them 84 spokes Here's a message boy, from a Texas boy C.M.G. is the truth, you'll be breathless boy Don't even test us boy, never charging sh** All I'm saying is I'm grown, don't make me k** ya b**h So excuse my french, but n***as do get lynched And my team wins game, in the motherf**ing trench [Hook]