Richie Biness - Still Here lyrics

Like a chef boy are these rhymes cooking Get these cats and feed lines and leave minds shooken See, I'm looking from the outside in All these snakes and fakes man they not my friends Violence ain't the answer but I'll choke the boy Now he on the IV like the roman four What you roaming for ? you in my space If you don't want to friend tom well get out my face And book Shook i got the game Had this bad chick last night forgot her name Ever since my sister died man I'm not the same And this the aftermath no Dr. Dre Seems to be there ain't no easing me And the coop roof less like Eazy-E Never wanted anybody to pity me The sneaks cost a rack no middle east Don't be skeptical What you heard was true your girls on my testicles Don't be co*ky boo you ain't that great If i had to rate since I'm pissed Your an eight I got the best demeanor Flow dope and nobody's lines are cleaner I structure my rhymes to set the meter Its like every bar clay like the nets arena (hook) Verse 2 Shout outs to my homies in lock up Gla** in the air another shot of the vodka I'm who you should dread here no rasta Get saucy and go noodles like pasta Dick game fanta know you wanta' wanta' Grabbing a** cheeks in the back seat of the Honda Claws in my back looking like a can of monster We touching skins its getting hot like a sauna The hustle real out here Somebody tell jay i need a deal out here I'm tryna' feed a team we need a mil out here We started from the bottom and we still out here