TRAE & Z-RO - Still Throwed lyrics

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Still Hood, Still Paid, Still Throwed, Still Gangsta

Still a G, don't play me

Cause you'll see Asshole By Nature

Uh I couldn't afford lobster, I 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

Sleepin outside, I had no where to take my dates

Walkin around everyday in the same ole clothes

Seein the same ole niggas, and the same ole hoes

Strippers at the club dancin on the same ole poles

Drug dealers tryna get you to cocaine yo nose

Police raided the block, everyday at the same time

Tryna catch us and cuff us for comittin the same crime

But we had us a vison like Jordan with Hang Time

Tryna make a million dollars off of nickels and dimes

Brotha that was eleven years ago and I'm still grindin

Straight up out of the ruff, I ain't nothin but a diamond

Use to do it for free now I'm paid for my rhymin'

The money too good I ain't thinkin about retirin'

I am the street dreams, still reppin for the south

But that wait until you get then they run up in yo house

Twenty four hours a day they forever runnin 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

Bein broke ain't even a option bitch I gotta glissen

I starved back then ain't nobody wanna listen

And that was way before I even had a pot to piss in

But what a nigga know I put the hood in the view

Now they greet me with the H everytime I come through

That's just out of respect cause I represent the realer

I 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 head, now I want the full shine

Tryna make it to the top'll be my reason for rhyme

In the gutta guarantee me I'm a get it this time

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 walkin over all ya'll haters

When I was on lock my nigga Trae was takin over this bitch

And when I came home we connected like the internet

Bitch I'm a veteran, I been around every since the beginnin

I've done a hell of alot but I'm not finished yet

I want a plaque but the bootleggers be makin it hard to do

Keep sellin this shit bitch we gon maab on you

My attitude is rude, I never gave a fuck and I never will

Maan I'm just tryna pay my bills, hol'up

Pimp C, P.A.trill nigga - polo fuck that Hilfiger

Rest In Peace I'm a see you when I get there bro

Even though you in the grave my nigga you still throwed

When it come to bein hood, hell yeah I'm in the zone

Never walk in nothin less then eight pools and a home

I'm the truth fuh real and ain't just in a song

Got e'm lookin 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 it's 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 they chasin after me till they break they stilettos

I'm still hood, still gangsta - A.B.N is on the top haters I'm a 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