Still Ridin (Interlude)

[Verse] Ya, fuck what they told ya I'm ridin' round with Stunna servin' In the cuts of Magnolia I guess he still Got them thang for ten a brick What shall i benefit learnin' from my predecessors It's immanent that i ball on the nay-sayers Their hate layers They wish i wasn't deep like the chakras and great prayers They prefer that i was shallow with the stairs on the hot tub They send all this hate, still i got love Look, i'm so unacquainted with cameras and gettin' painted It's something that'chu not And this industry rather tainted Realize all that Gucci Wear is a heinous disguise Forty caliber it ain't at ya sides Aim at your ties I'm tired of fake ballers I give it to ya, you great stallers But the truth on the way You on the way up out the door When i come around things in alignment I ain't talkin' about the rock when i say throw up the diamonds I get some steel I hear on some fuck shit And you still servin' mid on some out of luck shit Ya i'm still ridin' 'round with the same homies You recognize but you ain't even know me Mother fucka and i'm still ridin', still ridin' Twenty years in the game Mother fucka and i'm still ridin', still ridin' Ya, i'm a legend in my city Mother fucka and i'm still ridin', still ridin' Too much dough to count Mother fucka and i'm still ridin, still ridin'