Lyfe Jennings - Still Here Lyrics
(feat. Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat)[verse 1:]Street Life Killed My DaddyGot My Momma Pregnant In The Back Of A CaddySince I Lost My First Tooth I Ain't Been HappyYoung Wild Nigga Child Why That Boy Is So NappyHe Got That Devil In 'imPolice Wanna Take Him DownUsed To Be A Player But The Coochie Cost Money NowHe Ain't To Bright But He Know A Trap When He See OneGot Is Conscious In His Pants With His Gun[chorus:]Seventeen Years Of Rain Foggin Up My Windows (yeah)It Done Been Seventeen Years Of PainBut I'm Still Here ThoughSeventeen Years Of Rain Foggin Up My Window (yeah)It Done Been Seventeen Years Of Pain But I'm Still Here Though[verse 2:]Shoe Box Full Of PicturesAll That's Left Of Good Times I Shared With My NiggasSome Alive And Some No Longer With UsHow Da, How Da, How Da Hell Do You Pray For ForgivenessWhen You Got Devil In YouRogain Keeps The Hair Strong But Cocain Keeps The Cable OnI Can't Wait Till My Nigga Jb Come HomeWhy Do All The Real Niggas Stay Gone So Long[chorus:]Seventeen Years Of Rain Foggin Up My Window (yeah)It Done Been Seventeen Years Of PainBut I'm Still Here ThoughSeventeen Years Of Rain Foggin Up My WindowIt Done Been Seventeen Years Of Pain But I'm Still Here Though[three 6 Mafia & Project Pat (rap)]Even Though A Nigga Still In The HoodGettin Drunk And Smokin On WoodI'ma Make It Up Out Of This Street LifeOn The Corner Is Where I StoodOut There All By MyselfCuz A Player Gotta Get This MilWearin Fur Ain't Doin Us No GoodFlippin Burgers Ain't Gonn Make You FilledBut I'm Still Ten Toes In This Hustlin Tryna Make Hood RichAnd I Still Ain't Trustin No ***** Cuz The Mother *****ers Always SnitchIts Hard In This Ghetto ManFifteen Years Old With Coke And CaineCheese Don't Come I'ma Go Insane Snatch Me A Purse Snatch Me A ChainOut Here On The Block With The Fiends And The MoonSqueeze On The Glock Tryna Pop At A GoonHe Done Stole My Dough He Took My FoodProject Wasn't Born With A Silver SpoonIn My Mouth In My Grill Wear Six Chain Then Niggas Get KilledOne In The Grave The Other In JailNobody Wins Thats Fo' RealBack Way When I Was A Runny NoseRunnin RoundUp And Down The TownCarrying A Black Glock And A Gold FrownI Kept That Product On MeIt Wasn't No Problem HomieYou Said It I Had It And Met You If You Stole My MoneyJust Tryna Buy Bologna But Now I'm Buying LobsterStill Totin A Glock But Pusing A Rolls Rouce And Winning Oscars[chorus 2x]
