Still Thuggin' (Still Love)

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Baby Xeno, you killin' it Icylus, you a crazy
How I'm runnin' in the trenches, they seem blitzed, though
I feel like Jupiter, they tryna pick off me They know we steppin' on your big dog
Spend it with him, he get picked off me Even though they sendin' shots, we gon' send

Em back I bet they do drop in all locations, yeah
They fast My niggas gon' head huntin' for them racks
Soon as they get their pack, they gon' flip that
Catch em slippin', we got ammunition New nigga playin', you know we bound to kill

Him Pick him up by the ground, you know them hollow
Don't make a sound if that's your nigga Tell them come get it, cause we war ready
We told them trappers and they got me shakin' You know I wear that crown, that shit be heavy
Hot gun, long shots about to shake me They figure out where we gon' go from here

I was just sober, I was sad until You know I got back on the draw
I was posin' in the trenches with the thug Cause them the only one that show me love
But you know it's still love for my niggas on that block
For my niggas who got the Glocks For my niggas who be trappin', slingin' rocks

Them niggas runnin' from the cops I just tell them, boy, just stay war ready
You know my young nigga was born here Feel like Jason, them boys tote machetes
Them niggas playin', yeah, we war ready I had to choose and I was losin', so I had
To feel All of the things that I ain't see, cause

I know we was niggas Yeah, they said, delf around the corner, tell
That bitch, come here At top of here, I keep it on them, we don't
Feel no fear And I don't feel no pain, cause I be prayin
A lot When my big brothers died, that shit done

Left me traumatized You know I'm comin' out the dome when I'm
In the booth Don't need no pad, just a pen to let my mind
Shoot And I remember feelin' stuck, I had to break
The roof

Testimony in the streets, bitch, I'ma leave
In proof Need to talk to a pastor, Cuz I need healing
Murder on my mind lately, been thinkin' bout killin
Tell them niggas that we war ready Tell them niggas that they war ready
Bitch, I'm feelin' like a soldier, bitch, I got the truth

And all I gotta do is point a finger, they salute
Tell them niggas that we traumatized PTSD when I'm in the field
Play with me, just gettin' killed Tell them that this shit for real
I remember, nigga, my mama face, she was drivin' till

My brother still doin' time, he in that pen for real

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