K-Rino - Still lyrics

Murderers gon' buss and snitches gon' snitch
Enemies keep plotting and bitches gon' bitch
Cowards gon' fold up and soldier's gon' rise
G's keep living on and haters straight die

Ain't nothing new under the Sun
Some things still remain
Jackers still popping boys at
Point blank range
Dope fiends still be shooting
Drugs up their veins
A trick still quick to come
Up off all his change
Crack still kill blacks but
Niggas still slang
Banging ain't 'bout jack but
Niggas still bang
Material mindstates and crying over goods
Blacks don't own nothing but dying over hoods
Hypocrites still lie and still ignite wars
Girls still fuck players for
Having tight cars
People still would rather have a
Ride than a roof
Holdin' around capping thinkin' their
Ass is bulletproof money still mean more to
Folks than human life
This boy still thinking his partner
Wouldn't fuck his wife
Alcohol still burn and crabs still itch
Motherfucker make 20 grand and think he rich

Murderers gon' buss and snitches gon' snitch
Enemies keep plotting and bitches gon' bitch
Cowards gon' fold up and soldier's gon' rise
G's keep living on and haters straight die

Ain't nothing new under the Sun
Some things remain true
Brothers still go to jail for
Things they ain't do
Frauds be faking out and acting like scrubs
People still drink and get their
Ass whooped at clubs
A man gon' still fight, a virgin still tight
Men still meet women and fuck the first night
Fools still making babies, giving no cash
And women still filing child
Support on their ass
Rappers still getting fucked
Over in contracts
Society still don't give a damn about blacks
Money still green and blood is still red
And when a fool get out of line
It's still shed
H Town is wild and them boys is still agg
Crown royal still come in that purple ass bag
People still making love off
Isley Brother tapes
Ballers roll slabs and laws still hate

Murderers gon' buss and snitches gon' snitch
Enemies keep plotting and bitches gon' bitch
Cowards gon' fold up and soldier's gon' rise
G's keep living on and haters straight die

Same game but different name
Clouds are drawn up by the Moon to form rain
Too hard to swallow
We still chasing a dollar
Can't be a real leader till
You first learn to follow
I got to master my lower
Self still fighting Satan
Universal solutions are verbally formulating
Contemplating my future
Still writing live rhymes
Still fucking with the girl that
Fucked over me five times
Boys acting hard but the grave is official
People dying everyday so why you
Think your ass special
Last days in time, got to elevate the mind
Knowledge out there for the taking
But we still walking blind

Murderers gon' buss and snitches gon' snitch
Enemies keep plotting and bitches gon' bitch
Cowards gon' fold up and soldier's gon' rise
G's keep living on and haters straight die