Still Me

[Intro]
Hugs not drugs
You can’t dope with cope
I mean cope, dope with cope
Po-cope with dope, ha coke with it

[Verse 1]
I got a pocket full of money, not to mention the bank
The name is Lil Cuete homie, so don’t make no mistakes
I’m making dollars like ballers, and now I’m popping my collars
And all them haters keep hating but they ain’t phasing or fading
While I’m just waiting
Putting down my rhymes, but where are you?
Hey you wannabe player, still recording in your room?
You’ll never be like me because I do it all the time
I do it for the southside and I do it for the brown pride
I get all stoned and then I cruise the boulevard
Cause I’m hitting on them bitches while I’m cruising in the car
Hitting on them switches cause you know I got more bounce
I lay in the city of Norwalk where I stay
I do it everyday and every way I know how
So don’t try to step to me when you’re in my part of ground
And if they, take my, kindness for weakness
Then I’ll have to make em see
It’s still me

[Chorus]
I got a pocket full of money, not to mention the bank
And now I’m hitting so hard, I know you feel the ground shake
I roll on 3-wheel with Latinos and vetes with needles
But it’s still me
Only, Lil Cuete 2003
A pocket full of money, not to mention the bank
And now I’m hitting so hard, I know you feel the ground shake
I roll on 3-wheel with Latinos and vetes with needles
But it’s still me
Only, Lil Cuete 2003

[Verse 2]
I roll through the city in them 20 inch rims
And even when I stop I see them rims spin
Spending so much money, throwing fedi out the window
See me pull up in a navigator limo
If they didn’t know, now they know
I smoke before and after every show and I tell it as I go
T and 6 Point studio makin dough
And now we only fuck with them top notch hoes
I puff on [?] every time that I smoke
I fill zig-zag with chronic
It’s always making me choke
And if you know me
Well then you know it’s no lie
I smoke at 420 and everybody knows why
If I need it, I got it and if I want it, I get it
That’s how it is and I vanish straight to the top is where I’m headed
2003 is when I said it
So homie don’t you forget it
The hits I stack em, it’s time to go platinum

[Chorus]
I got a pocket full of money, not to mention the bank
And now I’m hitting so hard, I know you feel the ground shake
I roll on 3-wheel with Latinos and vetes with needles
But it’s still me
Only, Lil Cuete 2003
A pocket full of money, not to mention the bank
And now I’m hitting so hard, I know you feel the ground shake
I roll on 3-wheel with Latinos and vetes with needles
But it’s still me
Only, Lil Cuete 2003

[Verse 3]
I roll around 20’s in Bentleys
Investing, inventing
They’re stressing and guessing while I’m just resting
Juras tried to arrest me but they keep coming up empty
Neglect me but they respect me
Reflect an image of me
And what they see is what they see
Incredible unfadeable
Untouchable and lyrical
Leave you with this situation critical and miserable
Shake the scene, invisible
Once again the visual
Make the picture visible when I’m getting physical and mystical
Now you’ll need a miracle
Trippin on my CD that was digital
Cruising down imperial
One hand on the steering wheel
Makes the motion that I feel
Choking on some chronic
Because before you know it’s all real
A pocket full of money
And I’m clowning their face
And now Lil Cuete’s album sells through all 50 states
But will I set it straight?
Hell yeah you best believe
The one with the silver ring cruising in a limousine

[Chorus]
I got a pocket full of money, not to mention the bank
And now I’m hitting so hard, I know you feel the ground shake
I roll on 3-wheel with Latinos and vetes with needles
But it’s still me
Only, Lil Cuete 2003
A pocket full of money, not to mention the bank
And now I’m hitting so hard, I know you feel the ground shake
I roll on 3-wheel with Latinos and vetes with needles
But it’s still me
Only, Lil Cuete 2003