Quanie Cash - Still Thuggin lyrics

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Quanie Cash - Still Thuggin lyrics

[Chorus:] I'm still thuggin sh** so f**ed up it's to the point that I don't feel nothing Don't know what day it is all I know is the bills coming Ain't got no time to waste I'm tryna get this real money And I know n*ggas that'll k** for me If they won't die for me then I think they will steal from me No matter where I be I see police I feel funny Been round the globe and one thing I know for show the real of them [Verse 1:] A living legend not being signed don't depress me I take pride in being real in fact my city respect me It ain't the diamond necklace or the rolex's The Vill love me so in normal clothes I feel like I'm flexing I talk slick enough to get the baddest b*tches naked I hustle harder cause being broke does affect me Don't let no vice text me I know they want me arrested I switch phones daily I know them folks tryna get me I move so unexpected come to friends I'm so selective Some n*ggas ain't thuggin y'all n*ggas grown detectives I rep Cashville in the way they won't regret me Introversion like Lito so please forgive me [Chorus] [Verse 2:] I built this city with bricks boy From the bottom n*gga I'm the architect Gave half of these n*ggas 4 and a half ounces though and didn't charge them sh*t Some n*ggas don't f*ck with me and it's obvious I don't give a f*ck Broke b*tches try to talk to me but I'm too busy tryna get it up Is that real I'm getting paid still Selling pills like advils and I don't give a f*ck how n*ggas feel B*tch I am Cashville Selling cane on trinity lane Pimpin hoes on Dickinson road And I'm standing on buck candy y'all know how this sh*t goes [Chorus] [Verse 3] The police gunning us down like it's target practice I swear this sh*t is sad and these young n*ggas trigger happy I ain't make it to graduation been to busy getting active Can't say I really blame them cause that could be a lesson Everybody want to be a rapper everybody holla free the trappers They throw the book at you before you can read a chapter They ask why I'm introverted I think the weed a factor Plus my life ain't entertainment and I can't compete with actors Labeled some greedy ba*tards I'm thuggin it independent This intermediation no middle man in my business In Cashville I've been official No rap's getting beneficial Stacking them rack and giving back cause I been there with you They say I'm giving hope to the hopeless Living broke got me focused In the studio like in kitchen I'm whipping up cooking O's Cool let it congeal watch it all come together Hard work pays off I'm trying to ball forever Bought a car off the extras said it's all in the wrist Young n*ggas always at risk never thought of calling it quits Still get followed and sh*t Them people all in my mix and the car with a stick I almost forgot I bought it legit A street influence school of hard knock be the genius student You know I keep the toolset When you see me keep it moving Bands like tears you advanced I don't need it foo I just took a chance at one plant [Chorus]

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