Kiing Shooter
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[Intro]
(Dougie on the beat)
[Verse 1: Kiing Shooter]
At first it was shots fired (It was), then the police sirens (Fuck)
We spinnin' these blocks 'til niggas is opps, so they gotta keep dyin' (They do)
My cousin is gone, I had to be strong, I couldn't keep cryin' (I couldn't)
Don't care about fame, it's faces on my chains, so I gotta keep slidin'
You don't know the shit I been through
All them nights that I couldn't sleep (What?)
I would go catch a victim 'cause niggas be slippin' for thinkin' this shit is sweet (Come here)
Smokin' weed in my building, try get out my feelings, it was just me and Meech (Meech)
I told him I got him, we moved out the projects, but I still play the streets (Fuck 'em)
'Cause I got some demons with me (Uh-huh)
And I can't shake 'em off (At all)
Perc' after Perc', I said I'll be numb, so fuck it, I'm breakin' laws (Let's get it)
Why would I run when I got a gun? My nigga, I'm takin' yours (You stupid?)
Yeah, I got a bitch, but yours on my body, you know I'ma fuck 'em both (Hah)
This the shit that I was raised on
Play tough, get your face blown (Uh-huh)
I be poppin' up like State Farm
With my hoodie on and a K drawn (Boom)
Blue money what we play for
I be focused, I don't take days off
To the bullshit, I be Ray Charles
Let the 40 off at a state park, I don't play with niggas
[Chorus: Jazzy]
I know I ain't livin' right
Lord knows I don't sleep at night
These streets got my body
I can't trust nobody
No, no, no, no, no
[Verse 2: Corey Finesse]
I was on back blocks, I had a black Glock
Think they could play with me, I had that thing on me, I was a bad guy
I had a bad thot before all the ass shots
But she did me bad, now look at her ass, yeah, I'm in my bag now
I'm out of reach, I used to sleep inside of the traphouse
And Fivi gettin' that breach and I'm with a treesh blowin' her back out
Me, Cueno, and Shyste, Jah goin' crazy, he tend to blackout
Them niggas be livin' a lie, I see in his eyes, he ain't what he rap 'bout (He cappin')
Smoke 'til I pass out, I'm still the same nigga
Runnin' with gravediggers, seen money change niggas
Walk with my nine, they get out of line and I gotta pay a visit
Would stand on the lines to get in the club, now they gotta pay a nigga
Oh, they think I forgot? They counted me out, and now I'm her favorite nigga
I am not trustin' nobody, she know my body, I do not play with niggas
Dare one them niggas to try me, that's on my mommy, bullet decaying niggas
Nothing left to say to niggas
I tried to pave the way for niggas
[Chorus: Jazzy]
I know I ain't livin' right
Lord knows I don't sleep at night
These streets got my body
I can't trust nobody
No, no, no, no, no
Still Outside was written by Kiing Shooter & Jazzy & Corey Finesse.
Still Outside was produced by Dougie.
Kiing Shooter, Jazzy & Corey Finesse released Still Outside on Fri Mar 27 2020.