Still Going - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah, Fatt

On, God

Still goin'

Yeah

[Chorus]

I hate her guts, I would say I wouldn't fuck her, but I still would

It's over with that fight, we made it out, but shit, we still hood

It’s niggas that I love, went separate ways, but shit, we still good

Them perkies always show my toxic away, but shit, I still do it

It’s fuck you if you ever let them compromise, your feelings about me

Gelato 41, a part of me, nah, I can't live without it

I'd die for Ken, he feel the same way, so I keep him close

He write that diss about me, he gon' be dead before he get into the Yo'

[Verse]

Everybody go get high as hell after we all slide

Lyin' to them youngins 'bout that beef, so they take ya'll side

Tell them one time, they gon' forget that shit you did for em'

City know I’m lit, they count me out, but shit, I'm still going

If you wanna shoot-out, I can't lie, Li N.O. know, I’ll live for em'

Take you like a man before I be a hoe and steal from em'

I told my bro, I love him, and I got his back no matter what

[?] hit his spine, now he can't walk, I bought my opps some crutches

They gon' think shit's sweet, just keep your heat and don't you go for nothing

We ran outta wood before we slid, we put our opps in dutches

We In Alabama, how the hell bro get his Drac' from Russia?

He pull up, then he hop out Bustin', I won't put no dress on for the fame

I'm a fuckin' man, I can never sacrifice the gang, or this rap for the fame

Before I go and join them niggas' gang, they can blow my brain

Way before I cash out on a chain, yeah, lil' bro can have them chains

I put my pants up, say, bitch, you nasty, you just fuck and go

Then the Bullets in the clip, we just let em' go

Niggas talkin' bout It’s smoke with Mark, he probably fucked his ho

Really, you can keep them clothes on, I just wanna fuck ya throat

If you got eyes on why you drivin', boy, you better check that rearview

Cause they gon' try to pull up on side of that car before they kill you

And yeah, I hear em' singin' out that pain, but I don't feel you

Before them niggas talkin' bout blowin' out my brain, that ain't the real you

I used to clock in at my nine-to-five, FattMack really stressed out

I ain't have no damn money, used to stretch my checks out

Now they see me ballin' on these niggas like I exercise

Niggas think he's seein' me, he gon' need some extra eyes, yeah