Frank Dukes - Still (August 13, 2016) lyrics

...used to compromise Tell em in them interviews I'm not the guy But I peep it all I rarely be the one involved When n***as got so much to say I barely even speak at all, it keep it all Stored inside my memory like a sim card Just me in the streets playing guitar And this empty Folgers can I'm using as my tip jar Whether I trip or fall, I know I'll always be at peace Cuz it was the streets that brought me this far Duck and dodgin these pitfalls Rollin over these potholes Latin women in ponchos introducing me to El Chapos My Vato Live and die LA is the place to be Red rags and Blue rags, LoLos and new 'Lacs Foreign whips with the top back Smokin on that green crack Deep inside the lower development houses where the fiends at They high off that good yay Got em with that good feel Drunken gang and liquor still Drunken gang and liquor still Headed to the liquor store To get a gang of liquor still Loaded off that vodka Lookin for some sh** to steal, with the steel Still...