Cam Groves - Stand Still lyrics
[Cam Groves - Stand Still lyrics]
I'm from a spot where you
Don't have to worry about
Getting shot, much less getting robbed
As a kid, more money more problems
Was just my excuse not to get a job
I never finished college
Just a high school scholar
Never be a baller, making blue collar dollars
Holler if you're not into
Gangs or gun busting
You sell crack, I work construction
Who's hustling?
Pass the dutch son, and let me take a breath
Of battle MC's scared of me
Like they fakin' death
Take a step back, let me kick a flow
Been doing it since fifth grade
Working on my pick and roll
I'm so real you could put
Me on a fishin' pole kids biting me like
They motherfucking pickerel
I got the sickest flow, until my plan fail
You can find Cam on his grind like a handrail
Stand still, I got skill
Trying to make some scrill
Gotta pay my bills
Stand still, like I was robbing a Key Bank
Rolling down the street tank
Listening to P dank
Still I remain, staying true
No gang playing, gotta pay my dues
And still, there ain't no doubt man
Keep shooting for those stars
I'll be climbing up this mountain
It's been a dream of mine not only to rap
But to redefine on why we read these lines
I'm from the streets that be free of crime
And got at least a million
Motherfucking trees to climb
I only rap for the peace of mind
The cheese and wine have never
Been my reasons why
Nowadays a rapper with some decent rhymes
Ain't exactly what I consider an easy find
Just because sagging jeans is a steez of mine
Don't make me a gangster or a G, nor tried
In fact, I'm a weed smoking peaceful guy
Doesn't mean I'm the type with a feeble spine
If advice is what you need
Then I have to say:
"Always look back on what you leave behind"
But enough with those e's and i's
I'ma hit sixteen
Drop the mic and say, "Peace, good night"
Stand still, I got skill
Trying to make some scrill
Gotta pay my bills
Stand still, like I was robbing a Key Bank
Rolling down the street tank
Listening to P dank
Still I remain, staying true
No gang playing, gotta pay my dues
And still, there ain't no doubt man
Keep shooting for those stars
I'll be climbing up this mountain
Don't have to worry about
Getting shot, much less getting robbed
As a kid, more money more problems
Was just my excuse not to get a job
I never finished college
Just a high school scholar
Never be a baller, making blue collar dollars
Holler if you're not into
Gangs or gun busting
You sell crack, I work construction
Who's hustling?
Pass the dutch son, and let me take a breath
Of battle MC's scared of me
Like they fakin' death
Take a step back, let me kick a flow
Been doing it since fifth grade
Working on my pick and roll
I'm so real you could put
Me on a fishin' pole kids biting me like
They motherfucking pickerel
I got the sickest flow, until my plan fail
You can find Cam on his grind like a handrail
Stand still, I got skill
Trying to make some scrill
Gotta pay my bills
Stand still, like I was robbing a Key Bank
Rolling down the street tank
Listening to P dank
Still I remain, staying true
No gang playing, gotta pay my dues
And still, there ain't no doubt man
Keep shooting for those stars
I'll be climbing up this mountain
It's been a dream of mine not only to rap
But to redefine on why we read these lines
I'm from the streets that be free of crime
And got at least a million
Motherfucking trees to climb
I only rap for the peace of mind
The cheese and wine have never
Been my reasons why
Nowadays a rapper with some decent rhymes
Ain't exactly what I consider an easy find
Just because sagging jeans is a steez of mine
Don't make me a gangster or a G, nor tried
In fact, I'm a weed smoking peaceful guy
Doesn't mean I'm the type with a feeble spine
If advice is what you need
Then I have to say:
"Always look back on what you leave behind"
But enough with those e's and i's
I'ma hit sixteen
Drop the mic and say, "Peace, good night"
Stand still, I got skill
Trying to make some scrill
Gotta pay my bills
Stand still, like I was robbing a Key Bank
Rolling down the street tank
Listening to P dank
Still I remain, staying true
No gang playing, gotta pay my dues
And still, there ain't no doubt man
Keep shooting for those stars
I'll be climbing up this mountain