J Lethal - Still That n***a lyrics

[ Hook ] I said that I'ma ride for my motherf**in' n***as Most likely I'ma die with my finger on the trigger I been grinding all day, boy I'm trying to get richer Billionaire living, let me paint a vivid picture b**h I'm still that n***a (Yeah) Hoe, I'm still that n***a (b**h) Yeah, I'm still that n***a (Hoe) Better look close and realize that I'm still that n***a boy ( Verse 1 ) I been that n***a, I always win n***a Haunt these rappers dreams like a team of boogeymen n***a Get that p**y wet, enjoy the cascade These n***as claim they real but it is simply just a masquerade When you mentioning the best my name should be brought up If you ain't up to speed let me get you caught up Blow so much smoke that sh** be looking like some saw dust I'm hotter than Texas weather in late August A song a day keeps my bars in shape Feed me rappers, feed me beats Just stack 'em on my plate It's Jay F. Tae, the F is not for fake If I jump inside her puddle, I'ma turn it to a lake Break down the cigarillo Stuff it full of white widow Trying to find a bad b**h so I can stick it in her middle Got the game sewed up, p**y n***a check the thread count Commit homicide with these words, check the k** count You should know by now that ain't nobody stopping this Fyi, I get more brain than a neurologist Wrist shining, yeah it's looking like Metropolis I right wrongs but don't claim that I'm a novelist [ Hook ] I said that I'ma ride for my motherf**in' n***as Most likely I'ma die with my finger on the trigger I been grinding all day, boy I'm trying to get richer Billionaire living, let me paint a vivid picture b**h I'm still that n***a (Yeah) Hoe, I'm still that n***a (b**h) Yeah, I'm still that n***a (Hoe) Better look close and realize that I'm still that n***a boy ( Verse 2 ) If you got what I got, you would feel how I feel Got that nickel-plated steel So you better guard your grill I'm a crazy a** n***a that will take on a whole army Risk-taker, daredevil, stunting, living largely Am I worried, hardly I k** these rappers harshly My pockets looking fat but yo' money looking sparsely Riding by myself smoking on that sour diesel There is no equivalent so do not claim to be my equal I'm faded, I'm gone I'm f**ed up, I'm on I'm in my zone so leave me alone That gun got a hair-trigger, give yo' a** a crew cut Bands a make her dance, and turn into a true s*ut It's Jay F. Tae, and the F is for fried If they ain't tell you I'm the sh** then them motherf**er's lied [ Hook ] I said that I'ma ride for my motherf**in' n***as Most likely I'ma die with my finger on the trigger I been grinding all day, boy I'm trying to get richer I got that gun drawn, let me paint a vivid picture Yeah I'm still that n***a (D5) Yeah I'm still that n***a (Hoe) Yeah, I'm still that n***a (b**h) Until the day I die I'ma always be that n***a boy