Still

[Verse 1]
I’m a sucker for a brown-skinned dude
With a clean ass fade in an old school whip
In eleventh grade, I was a bad girl smoking cigarettes on the corner
With my airbrushed nails reeking of marijuana
I never paid attention to them rich ass hoes
That only talked about designer labels on they clothes
I’m a working class girl tryna make it on her own
Send the rest to my family back home, we that grown

[Chorus]
We gon’ take a ride through my city
And every single ‘hood fuck wit me
We livin’ in a war zone, bullets are flying every day
But I still get love…get love…get love

[Verse 2]
They got my name in the stars, I’m puttin’ on
Have ‘em singing all my songs when I’m gone
And, yes, I am the freshest when it comes to putting words in a sentence
And makin’ it all rhyme like I never second-guessed it
Cool motherfucker, rude bwoy-lover
Rappin’ ass Sagittarius, can’t touch her
Always had game, I get it from my mama
‘Cause she told me never play the second fiddle to the drama

[Repeat Chorus]

Now the weather in mid-eighties, 3xKrazy
And my paper straight blazin’ it’s a celebration
And we live for every moment
Stay West Coastin’ as we move in slow motion
City got me open like a tab at the bar, because we never know
What could happen tomorrow
So I always show love and I get love back
Rocky from the S-F-City like that