Principal Dean - Stand Still lyrics

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Principal Dean - Stand Still lyrics

[Verse 1: Cam Groves] I'm from a spot where you don't have to worry about Getting shot, much less getting robbed As a kid, more money more problems Was just my excuse not to get a job Never finished college, just a high school scholar Never be a baller, making blue collar dollars Holler if you're not into gangs or gun busting You sell crack, I work construction, who's hustling? Pa** the dutch son, and let me take a breath Of battle MC's scared of me like they fakin' d**h Take a step back, let me kick a flow Been doing it since fifth grade, working on my pick and roll I'm so real you could put me on a fishin' pole Kids biting me like they motherf**ing pickerel I got the sickest flow, till my plan fail You can find Cam on his grind like a handrail [Hook: Cam Groves] Stand still, I got sk** Trying to make some scrill, gotta pay my bills Stand still, like I was robbing a Key Bank Rolling down the street tank, listening to P. Dank Still I remain, staying true No gang playing, gotta pay my dues And still, there ain't no doubt man Keep shooting for those stars, I'll be climbing up this mountain [Verse 2: Cam Groves] It's been a dream of mine not only to rap But to redefine on why we read these lines I'm from the streets that be free of crime And got at least a million motherf**ing trees to climb I only rap for the peace of mind The cheese and wine have never been my reasons why Nowadays a rapper with some decent lines Ain't exactly what I consider an easy find Just because sagging jeans is a steez of mine Don't make me a gangster or a G, nor tried In fact, I'm a weed smoking peaceful guy Doesn't mean I'm the type with a feeble spine If advice is what you need, then I have to say: "Always look back on what you leave behind" But enough with those e's and i's, I'ma hit sixteen Drop the mic and say, "Peace, goodnight" [Hook: Cam Groves] Stand still, I got sk** Trying to make some scrill, gotta pay my bills Stand still, like I was robbing a Key Bank Rolling down the street tank, listening to P. Dank Still I remain, staying true No gang playing, gotta pay my dues And still, there ain't no doubt man Keep shooting for those stars, I'll be climbing up this mountain

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