Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro - Still Livin’ lyrics

One deep until I die
So your help I refuse it

I hear some haters want me dead
But I ain't never been a stranger to drama
The most hated around the world
Just like my name was Osama
Picture my Cheve riding low
Boys watching me like the FEDs
They'd rather see me dead
Instead of watching me get my bread
Some of my closest niggas
Wanna see me lose it all
But the love of my name is on
They can't get in my shoes at all
I'm still hood with it still gangsta
Still the Truth up in these streets
And still all by my lone
Incase they wanna think it's something weak
Yeah I hear they like to talk
Cause they hate that I'm in my zone


My brother said if they don't hate me
Then I'm doing something wrong
I'm one of last of the real niggas left
So they know that I'm a target
But they know it ain't no stopping my gang
If I get it started
My attitude on my shoulder
So respect it I ain't friendly
It don't take much to offend me
So don't go to fucking with me
Unless you wanna be next
But I don't think that's what you want
It's ABN for life, and I'll take it to
Where these haters don't

I know a lot of y'all niggas
Wanna see me dead
And a lot of y'all niggas
Wanna see me with no bread
I know, I might got a price on my head
It's alright I ain't scared
Bitch I'm still living
I know a lot of y'all niggas
Wanna see me lose it
And don't want me to make it in nothing
Selling drugs or music one deep until I die
So your help I refuse it i'm alright
Just as long as I'm still living

See a friend in need, is a friend indeed
Not just being cool, cause I smoke good weed
Not sitting round me
With a trick up his sleeve
And does not believe, that HAWK will succeed
How dare, you feel like that
Thought you had my back
Now see where your heart is at
That hurt, like a heart attack
How fraud is that
When I use to front you quarter sacks
Damn, I miss Fat Pat
And I wouldn't have to ask
Do these niggas really got my back
These niggas, trying to get my stacks
Cause the guns gon splat
A few cats will be lying flat
Niggas, wanna see me dead
Cause the same nigga who said
Is the only motherfucker who's scared
I'ma stay, chasing bread
And stay getting ahead
And fuck what another nigga
Said I'm still living

Now when you throw up the West upside down
It's my side of town
I use to be a YG, but I'm a rider now
OG credentials and in like one of my rhymes
Watch me spit that lead
I murder for money half right now
The other half after I get that bitch
I ain't gotta tell niggas I'm Cripping
They know I'm Hoover
But I got Blood homies that's cuz homies
They'll be the ones to come do ya
When you see me out in public
Most likely I'm by my lonely trust nobody
It's just a plastic or the chrome only
When I beef I pick skeletons
I don't pick bones homie
Eliminating everybody
Cause the last time a punk bitch told on me
Just because I follow nobody
Don't mean I'm trying to leave niggas
Most niggas I see trying to rush ya
Can't even feed niggas
All I need is God, to protect me from harm
And for the death of my enemies first twelve
The hundred and forty third song
I've been stabbed shot
Went to sleep and woke up in prison
They said I'd be dead in a year
But that was two years ago
And I'm still living

Real talk nigga, H-A-Dub-K baby
SUC mVP baby, my nigga Z-Ro baby
Real talk baby, we still living
One deep for life nigga, SUC