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still... - griffen lyrics

still a n*gga too
still a n*gga too
still a n*gga too
yo
still a n*gga too cold
been doin this since i was two years old
i’m finnah come for every motherf*ckin thing you owe
they don f*cked around and let them gd n*ggas in the door
oh

still a n*gga too cold
been doin this since i was two years old
i’m finnah come for every motherf*ckin thing you owe
they don f*cked around and let them englewood n*ggas in the door
oh
i’m in the back of the back wit the pole
all my n*ggas know is stackin up dough
get the capital. all on avenue o
n*gga witta
and my attitude show
fasho
still a n*gga too fresh
and i ain’t have to buy a blue check
soon as i land erythang on deck
it’s only one thing i won’t accept
disrespect
still a n*gga too raw
stain the game and i ain’t eeen gotta make one call
maintain the bang, i hang above the law
segal
still a n*gga too ill
like i gotta pocket fulla thousand dolla bills
muf*kkas duckin when i’m comin n*gga run for the hills
fa real
still a n*gga too gone
subzero temperature, you already kno what i’m on
i’m froze

still a n*gga too cold
been doin this since i was two years old
i’m finnah come for every motherf*ckin thing you owe
they don f*cked around and let them southside n*ggas in the door
oh
still a n*gga too cold
been doin this since i was two years old
i’m finnah come for every motherf*ckin thing you owe
they don f*cked around and let them cottage grove n*ggas in the door
chi townnever put the mic down
went lookin for some trouble guess what i found
not sh*t hop up in the c*ckpit
take control, n*gga turn them f*ckin lights down
naw, muf*kka we ain’t drinkin ice house
surfs up * muf*kkas gettin wiped out
and i ain’t eeen have ta pull the pipe out
to hit the off switch and put your lights out
f*ck how it might sound, ima tell ya how it is
i see what the pattern is
hands full of callouses
music is a catalyst
still a n*gga too sick
walk in unknown when i leave they b all on my d*ck
meet the bad guy, b*tch you should get you a fl!ck
(cl!ck cl!ck)
still a n*gga too lit
all nickel bags, i ain’t never sold a brick
and iont trust not nar one n*gga talkin that sh*t
i’m mean
still a n*gga too clean
open up a notebook & empty out a whole magazine
never half*steppin, left the murder weapon at the scene
still get away scott free
i’m froze
still a n*gga too cold
been doin this since i was two years old
i’m finnah come for every motherf*ckin thing you owe
they don f*cked around and let them west side n*ggas in the door
oh
still a n*gga too
they don f*cked around and let them bishop street n*ggas in the door
still a n*gga too
still a n*gga too

i don’t know what most white people in this country feel
but i can only include what they feel from the state of their institutions
i know how malcom x ones put in
it’s the most regulated hour in america life
it’s high noon on sunday
it means i can’t afford to trust most white christians
and certainly god trust the christian church
i don’t know whether the labor unions and their bosses really hate me
that doesn’t matter
but i know i’m not in their unions
i don’t know if the real estate lobby is anything black people
but i know the real estate lobbies keep me in the ghetto
i don’t know if the board of education hates black people
i know the textbooks i give my children to read
and the schools that we have to go to
now this is the evidence

- griffen lyrics

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