Lil Keke Da Don Lyrics - Still Throwed lyrics

Still Throwed lyrics (Lyrics)

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[talking]
Ok, late night grinding
Understand, Young Don in the building
Of course, a nigga still throwed with it
C.M.G. for life, Teflon feel it

[Lil Keke]
Ive been told I cant do it, mostly all my life
I done crapped plenty times, but kept shooting the dice
You dont work and dont eat, its a sacrifice
Thats why niggaz go to jail, and they turn to mice
Eat steaks and kool-aid, not no water and rice
And my family live good, cause we paid the price
Could you still be a rapper, without no ice
I was born with a gift, thats why I flow so nice
Im a two-time felon, so I fucked up twice
So I switched up my game, not to get three strikes
No I cant win em all, but I done won some fights
And I still smoke weed, on my sleepless nights
Why niggaz acting like, they dont know wrong from right
And why they steady trying to ball, when they money is tight
Ima peel niggaz back, when they good and ripe
Cause they just a bunch of talk, trying to find some hype

[Hook]
I know Im thoed with it, and I aint gon let em change my mind
A kid writing raps, turning nickels into dimes
I been thoed with it, but they steady talking down
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Continue dropping hits, till its my motherfucking time
Still thoed with it, wont these haters let me shine
Im hungry for the title, close it up and give me mine
So thoed with it, like its all brand new
Represent for Houston Texas, my niggaz thats what it do

[Lil Keke]
Niggaz screaming in the background, fuck Lil Ke
But when I see em in the streets, they start copping a plea
I give a fat rats ass, what they say bout me
And my mama told me, Jesus the only thang thats free
Still thoed with it, cause whats real gon be real
And rapping aint a hobby or a game, its a feel
Im puffing on the purple, letting the smoke hit my throat
Letting the pen hit the pad, then its murder he wrote
Got a candy coat, it put my slab on note
With them suicide dos, and them 84 spokes
Heres a message boy, from a Texas boy
C.M.G. is the truth, youll be breathless boy
Dont even test us boy, never charging shit
All Im saying is Im grown, dont make me kill ya bitch
So excuse my french, but niggaz do get lynched
And my team wins game, in the motherfucking trench

[Hook]