C-Mob, T-Rock - Still Here lyrics
C-Mob [Christopher Doehla] Marion, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[C-Mob, T-Rock - Still Here lyrics]
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
I grew up on that gangsta shit
All about my money partna, I got bank to get
I could utilize game
Never thanked or tripped
If you cross the wrong line
I stank you quick
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
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
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
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
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
I grew up on that gangsta shit
All about my money partna, I got bank to get
I could utilize game
Never thanked or tripped
If you cross the wrong line
I stank you quick
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
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
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
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