Still Throwed (Screwed)

Still hood, still paid, still throwed, still gangsta
Still a G, don't play me 'cause you'll see asshole by nature
Still hood, still paid, still throwed, still gangsta
Still a G, don't play me 'cause you'll see asshole by nature

Uh, couldn't afford lobster, couldn't afford steak
So a three-piece chicken wing dinner, that's what I ate
Most friends were broke, only a couple had cake
Sleeping outside, I had nowhere to take my dates
Walking around every day in the same old clothes
Seeing the same old niggas, and the same old hoes
Strippers at the club dancing on the same old poles
Drug dealers tryna get you to cocaine yo' nose

Police raided the block, every day at the same time
Tryna catch us and cuff us for committing the same crime
But we had us a vision like Jordan with Hang Time
Tryna make a million dollars off of nickels and dimes
Brother, that was eleven years ago, and I'm still grinding
Straight up out of the ruff, I ain't nothing but a diamond
Use to do it for free now I'm paid for my rhymin'
The money too good, I ain't thinking about retirin'

Yeah, I am the street dreams, still reppin' for the south
But they wait until you get it, then they run up in yo' house
24 hours a day they forever running they mouth
Haters on dick, but I'd rather run it in they spouse
It ain't hard to understand I'm on a different type of mission (yeah)
Bein' broke ain't even a option bitch I gotta glisten (yeah)
I starved back then ain't nobody wanna listen (yeah)
And that was way before I even had a pot to piss in (uh)

But what a nigga know I put the hood in the view
Now they greet me with the H every time I come through
That's just out of respect 'cause I represent the realer
Been a G all of my life and never act brand-new
Ain't no limit to the hustle 'cause I want it full-time
I use to get half, now I want the full shine
Tryna make it to the top'll be my reason for rhyme
And the gutta guarantee me I'ma get it this time (yeah)

Still hood, still paid, still throwed, still gangsta
Still a G, don't play me 'cause you'll see asshole by nature
Still hood, still paid, still throwed, still gangsta
Still a G, don't play me 'cause you'll see asshole by nature

My ass got Crown Holder jeans, my chest got Evisu
And my feet got Gator
But don't get it twisted, and play me for weak
I just wanna look good when I'm walking over all y'all haters
When I was on lock, my nigga Trae was taking over this bitch
And when I came home, we connected like the internet
Bitch, I'm a veteran, I've been around ever since the beginning
I've done a hell of a lot, but I'm not finished yet

I want a plaque, but the bootleggers be making it hard to do
Keep selling this shit bitch, we gon' mob on you
My attitude is rude, I never gave a fuck and I never will man
I'm just tryna pay my bills, hold up
Pimp C, P.A. trill nigga (trill nigga)
Polo fuck that Hilfiger (Hilfiger)
Rest In Peace, I'ma see you when I get there bro
Even though you in the grave my nigga you still throwed

When it comes to being hood, hell yeah, I'm in the zone
Never walk in nothing less than eight balls and a home
I'm the truth for real and ain't just in a song
Got 'em looking at these hoes like they never seen chrome
When they pick up in the trunk, it's a hundred percent slow
So throwed and you know Mr. Mcvey is so blowed
I'm cool but the whip wanna pose
Yeah, the trunk got a mind of its own, all I do is let it glow

It's the king of the streets and the king of the ghetto
Middle finger in the air when I wanna say hello
Call me what ya want, I use to chase after hoes
Now I got 'em chasing me until they breaking they stilettos
I'm still hood, still gangsta
A.B.N is on the top haters I'ma thank ya
Plus everywhere you go you gotta deal with us like it or not
'Cause in the streets or the rap we gon' out rank ya

Still hood, still paid, still throwed, still gangsta
Still a G, don't play me 'cause you'll see asshole by nature
Still hood, still paid, still throwed, still gangsta
Still a G, don't play me 'cause you'll see asshole by nature