Lyfe Jennings - Still Here lyrics

It's that man again Some people have heard of him as a hustler Hell, hope live, really Street life k**ed my daddy Got my momma pregnant in the back of a caddy Since I lost my first tooth, I ain't been happy Young wild n***a child, why that boy is so nappy? He got that devil in I'm police wanna take him down Used to be a player but the Coochie cost money now He ain't to bright but he know a trap when he see one Got is conscious in his pants with his gun Seventeen years of rain foggin' up my windows, yeah It done been seventeen years of pain but I'm still here though Seventeen years of rain foggin' up my windows, yeah 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've shared with my n***as 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 Rogain keeps the hair strong but c**aine keeps the cable on I can't wait till my n***a JB come home Why do all the real n***as stay gone so long? Seventeen years of rain foggin' up my windows, yeah It done been seventeen years of pain but I'm still here though Seventeen years of rain foggin' up my windows, yeah It done been seventeen years of pain but I'm still here though Even though a n***a still in the hood, gettin' drunk and smokin' on wood I'ma make it up out of 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 gon' make you filled But I'm still ten toes in this hustlin' tryna make hood rich And I still ain't trustin' no b**h 'cause the mother f**ers always snitch It's hard in this ghetto man fifteen years old with coke and cane 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 my mouth, in my grill wear six chain then n***as get k**ed 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 Yeah, 365 Mafia, Project Pat, Lyfe Jennings If you can believe, you can achieve every damn bug 'Round us a good day, yeah Seventeen years of rain foggin' up my windows, yeah It done been seventeen years of pain but I'm still here though Seventeen years of rain foggin' up my windows, yeah It done been seventeen years of pain but I'm still here though