And I Still

Pipe that shit up, TnT
(Trae made this beat)

Uh, uh
I ain't felt this way in a minute (uh, uh)
I just blew the roof through the ceiling (through the ceiling, yeah), uh
I just woke up to another million (million, yeah)
Finally made my way out of the trenches (ooh), and I still a
Take a brick and break a brick and get it gone, yeah (yeah)
Take a bitch and break a bitch and send her home, yeah (what else?)
'Bout my brothers, you in trouble, you right that they wrong, yeah (what else?)
All that I know, yeah (what else?)
Murder she wrote, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah (oh yeah)
Uh, yeah, yeah (oh yeah-yeah, yeah)

Uh, okay, gang-gang forever, I'ma die for my respect, uh
Say my name, whatever, get you popped through a text, uh
Hunnid k or better, I just wrapped it 'round my neck
Johnny Dang, king of bling, I just re-fucked up a check
On the road doin' shows, comin' to your city next
Bunch of bottom boy survivors, be a long way from the jets, uh
It might need some thinkin', and, God, I finally get to flex
Reminisce about hard times right before I bought a jet
And who need a stylist when you got all this money pilin'?
All it took was guidance, a young nigga, but far from childish
Me and lil' J don't get them lows, get 'em gone and then rewind it
You sold four hundred Ps and brought back eight hundred thousand (yeah)

I ain't felt this way in a minute (uh, uh)
I just blew the roof through the ceiling (through the ceiling, yeah), uh
I just woke up to another million (another million)
Finally made my way out of the trenches (I'm out the trenches), and I still a
Take a brick and break a brick and get it gone, yeah (oh)
Take a bitch and break a bitch and send her home, yeah (yeah, uh, ooh)
'Bout my brothers, you in trouble, you right that they wrong, yeah
All that I know, yeah, murder she wrote, yeah
Yeah, yeah (ah, ah)
Yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah (okay)

Okay, uh
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