Still Lit

[Intro]
Ain't take no field trip
(Ahmad, get in here right now)
Take a field trip

[Verse 1]
You ain't take no field trip
You ain't killed shit (At all)
I done blew that label money and I'm still lit (And I'm still lit)
Yeah, I'm still rich
Thanks to OG Ball, we strike, but I don't leave prints
Nah, I don't leave hints
Nah, I don't need a snitch
Nope, I don't need a bitch
Leaving shit, deleting shit
I can't even say bro name, if I call him, I get even quick
I can't even pop two pills, if I do, bitch, I get evil quick
I ain't sellin' movies when I say I make that regal flip
I'm pressin' beans and stashin' seagulls at my cousin crib
Shoutout the gang, boy, you ain't gang if you ain't step for this
I thought that bro was shaped by road, had to accept he bitch
They think it's smoke with what's-his-name, but me and slim spoke
Ain't no nigga die, we had to let that go
But for them other niggas, just gotta let them know
I'm smashin' heads and slingin' lead 'til niggas' brains show

[Chorus]
Let them things blow
Grrt, buh, buh, let them things blow
Uh, uh, we gon' let them things blow
I'ma let that thing blow
Smoke 'em, that's my main goal

[Verse 2]
You can't get your shorty back
I wish they'd bring loyalty back
Fifteen thousand down the A, bitch, that equal forty straps
Fifteen thousand in LA, I'm flippin' pounds, they sendin' racks
They see you lit, they send a rat
If you shoot first, ain't no shootin' back
They done took my army guns, now I need some Navy straps
The feds done took a thousand hundreds, fuck 'em 'cause I made it back
I done sold a thousand pills, I blame myself, I threw some back
I done sold a thousand pounds, I even ran off with packs
Me and bro go crashin' off them Xans, can't even 'member a shot
All them nights, I ain't forgot
Niggas act like they forgot
'Posed to be my dog, but all that smoke, it show a nigga opp
Twenty get that nigga killed, five'll get a nigga robbed
My bitch said, "Q, why you be up in these streets so fuckin' hard?"
This shit my job, just play your part
I'm still alive, I played it smart
Your niggas died, they played it dumb
They hate me just 'cause where I'm from
The realest, name a flaw, not one
There ain't no opps, then I'ma feel I won

[Chorus]
Let them things blow
Grrt, buh, buh, let them things blow
Uh, uh, we gon' let them things blow
I'ma let that thing blow
Smoke 'em, that's my main goal