Still Hurt

[Verse 1: Airplane James]
Still slidin' up Manchester
Still with all the extra-extras
Yeah, nigga read about it
It's still niggas in the cut that wanna see about it
We ain't playin' no games, y'all gon' bleed about it
Drag my name through the mud, but it's still clean
Believe what you want, but I'm still me
I ain't clearin' nothin' up
Made somethin' for the city, in the summer, they can fuck it up too
But I'm still hurt
But a broken heart still work
Still ain't heard from my daughter, Deja still her
And it get worse
I ain't even dealt with the grief
Everybody wanna bring me the beef
I ain't even on that
Still sayin' prayers for you
If it's ever up, I'm still gon' air it for you
I'm still a real nigga at the end of it all
Even if you niggas don't wanna see me with the ball, on God

[Chorus: Airplane James & Rose Gold]
Still got that shit that's on my chest I can't get over (Can't get over)
Still got bitches in my face that try to get over (Try to get over)
Still got niggas that be tryna stab my back (Stab my back)
I done held it down for you, that's how you pay me back? Woah

[Post-Chorus: Rose Gold]
These niggas really don't know
What it takes to be a real one
'Cause I ain't never snitched on a nigga, never put a bitch over my niggas
These niggas really don't know
What it takes to be a real man
I put on for my city, look how many niggas got on with me

[Verse 2: Airplane James]
Still slide to the crib two hours away
Spoke to Bird on the phone two hours today
He let me know I gotta dig deeper
Tap into my dark side like I'm Grim Reaper
Still slide to my granny house
I'm a long way from granny couch
Just had to think abundance, now I got a grand amount
While niggas got the same amount
And we ain't talkin' money
The shit I got inside me, can't nobody take it from me
Gave all my traumas new meanings
Promised myself that new Bimmer
Niggas try do what I do
But I do this shit cleaner, I mean it
Used to walk down that Nina with nothin' in my pocket but dreams
Thank God for bein' a dreamer
Thank God I saw this shit through
Thank God for makin' me me
Thank God I'm none of you
Thank God I'm none of you, none of you, woah

[Chorus: Airplane James & Rose Gold]
Still got that shit that's on my chest I can't get over (Oh)
Still got bitches in my face that try to get over (Oh)
Still got niggas that be tryna stab my back
I done held it down for you, that's how you pay me back? Woah