Still Here

[Intro: T-Rock] C-Mob and T-Rock man Rock solid mafia We goin' full throttle man Thank god we still here, you know what I'm talking about You heard man? Some niggas here their whole life Still don't know what they here for Still don't have a purpose in life You know what I'm talking about So you can look at it in two ways man You can complain about where you not at And where you wanna be Or you could think about what you could be And where you at You heard man? C-Mob, get 'em [Verse 1: C-Mob] I grew up on that gangsta shit All about my money pot, now I got bank to get I could utilize game, never thanked or tripped If you cross the wrong line, I stank you quip At fifteen, I split fiends and hit green At sixteen has sick dreams to rip spleens Sip lean and flip green to get cream My wrist bleeds, it's glistening, the trick's clean What Chris means, the shit's clean, it's pristine Your chick cleans, my dick me will whip cream I flick, fling, I clip ring, I lip scream When we were young, thangs were wild Are you listening? But as you grow older, life starts to make a change Grown in the villa, but a lot of me is still the same Mainly the biggest change is my priorities But I can't say the same for the majority [Hook: C-Mob] Some things will never change And that's the way it is Some folks are wrong, but they're still like little kids Some got their mind on their money And now they're makin' it And some don't know how So they just take it in You see I'm still here, white T, fresh dickies Still by my business and you still don't wanna mess with me And I'm lucky I ain't dead or in a wheelchair And I just thank god because I'm still here [Verse 2: T-Rock] Every multipliers, when you rise Just so I could tell People despise how I grind Niggas wish I would fell See the signs of the times Tell me, will I prevail Skeletons in my closet haunt me like some shit out of hell The devil told me, they would forever control me Left the trenches of hell now it's on 'til I'll OD With the power of prayer I'm standin' as tall as an oak tree God protect me, don't let Satan turn me back to the old me God knows my heart and now that I wanna be sober I turn it up, the (cheekin' piece?) With niggas runnin' me over Bitches are fucked, man Lookin' at me is the problem But I got hella respect when I will beat the shit out of 'em Dear father, I cry and grip my teeth at the bottom Mother society resemblin' a street up inside of 'em Cold as autumn I try to put my feelings in the past Semi warm-hearted but the nice guys finish last [Hook: C-Mob] [Verse 3: C-Mob] Blast shots through the night Had cock to the right Used to help a fiend Put a crack rock to the pipe That's not for you to like Boy you better run quick Don't regret it all but I used to do some dumb shit Cats are used to run quick, turned to be fake Take it as a life lesson, gotta learn from mistakes On my every day grind, I be earning my cake Visions of my enemies gettin' burned at the stake Growin' up in the land of the folks and lords In the town where everybody is broken board Better back yourself with actions, not your vocal cords You might end up in a local morgue Grown cats acted just like they acted in the 12th grade You had your mind right You could be well paid I rely on nobody, I'm a grown man I make my money, eat out of my own hand [Hook: C-Mob]