still me (2016 freestyle)

you could compare to whoever bitch i'm still gon be me

still gon put on for my city make em come to the beach

all these boys keep on hating but they wanna be me

i just did my own thing and i stuck to my dreams

some homies stuck to they guns

some homies smoke through them trees

my parents stuck on them drugs

they is still stuck in the streets

i had to focus on me

i had to grow up in weeks

grandpa told me you can do what ever boy swear to god just believe

lost him at eleven

pray to god he's in heaven

bet he's watching me still

risk it all and hit seven

shit

i'm comin up on ya'll

money start to get long

i can't do no wrong

palms itching get sweaty

bitches need they fetti

go and get me that bag girl after that get ready

i'm goin out goin up

baby we gon do it big

they can't do it like us

they ain't never do shit

love the life that i live

live the life that i love

but everything ain't how it seems yea reality's fucked up

granny worried bout bills

old homies off pills

news channels can't chill

people out here gettin killed

damn

shit been goin down hill

that's just really how i feel

all this shit like common sense

plus the politics ain't real

prolly why i smoke bud

prolly why i'm up to no good

shit

i'm just doin what i should

prolly why they always get it twisted never really understood

worked my way to the top

always knew that i should

go hard or go home

get the money lie low

that's just how this shit go

someone knockin at the door

if its momma let me know

this the realist shit i ever wrote

the realist shit i ever spoke

every bar you can cope

you can compare me to whoever bitch i'm still gon be me

bitch i'm still gon be me

you can compare me to whoever bitch i'm still gon be me

bitch i'm still gon be me

bitch i'm still gon be me

bitch i'm still gon be me

you can compare me to whoever bitch i'm still gon be me

bitch i'm still gon be me

you ain't really know blake all you know bouts pinch

you ain't got what it takes you just ridin the bench

i was grindin makin hits

while you was likin my pics

and all that shit you was talkin made me swing for the fence

so keep on talkin baby i got hunnits to get

and i ain't just a one hit wonder think i gotta convince

baby i ain't with that drama and shit

keep that love comin my way all that other shit is fake

i got new problems like every other day

man its

shits crazy how much everythign can change

now if you ain't fuckin with me you got nothin else to say