Yeah. yeah. yeah. aye.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo,
I say still I stand
Hey shorty here I am

Never have ya seen in ya lifetime
A more divine southern rapper wit a swag like mine
Facing all kind of time
But smile like I'm fine
Brag with such passion and shine without trying
Believe me pain's a small thing to a giant
I was born without a dime
Out the gutter I climbed
Spoke my mind
And didn't stutter one time
Ali say even the greatest gotta suffer some time
So I huff and puff rhymes
Lyrics so sick with it
Set the standard in Atlanta
How to get get get it
So you up and coming rappers wanna dis just kill it
I'm officially the realest
Point blank period
Whether I still live in the hood or just visit
Whatever you can do in the hood I done did it
That why the dope boys and the misfits feel it
This still his city as long as tip living (listen)

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I ain't dead (no)
I ain't done (no)
I ain't scared (of what!)
I ain't run (from who!)
But still I stand (yeah)
No matter what VA here I am(Yeah)
No matter what remember
I ain't break (never)
I ain't fold (never)
They hate me more (so!)
Yeah I know
There I go (yeah)
No matter what shorty here I go
No matter what shorty

You let the blog sites and the magazines tell it
I'm sure to be in jail till 2027
Rather see me in a cell in-
Stead of this new McLaren
God'll take you through hell just to get you to heaven
So even know its heavy the load I will carry
Grin and still bear it
Win and still share it
Apologies to the fans I hope you can understand it
Life can change ya directions
Even when you ain't planned it
All you can do is handle it
The worst thing you could do is panic
Use it to your advantage
Avoid insanity manage to conquer
Every obstacle
Make impossible possible
Even when winnings illogical
Losing's still far from optional
Yeah they wanna see you shot up in the hospital
But one life throw punches, block ya counter like a boxer do
Been locked inside my case too long
I did a song to make it known that the king lives on
(Pimping)

[Chorus]

Even in solitude
There's still no hotter dude
I show you how to do
What you do
You ain't got a clue
All you do is follow dudes
Sound like a lot of dudes
I weather whatever storm
Make it out without a bruise
I understand why
Now wit my hands tied
They take shots cause if I'm out there it's a land slide
But revenge is best served as a cold dish
And suckers will get served better know this
Guess it was understood for me it was over with
But I don't quit if ya ain't notice yet
They couldn't wait to say good night shorty
So they can try to rhyme act and look like shorty
Go get a beat from Toomp? and make a hook like shorty
Before ya know it I'm back
What it look like shorty
I lost my partner and my daughter in the same year
Somehow I rise above my problems and remain here
Yeah and I hope the picture painted clear
If ya heart filled with faith then ya cant fear
Wonder how I face years and I'm still chillin'
Easy, let go and let god deal wit it

[Chorus]

Writer : BACH, JANE MARIASH / HARRIS, MARGARET
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.