Project Pat - Still Here lyrics

(Lyfe Jennings, talking) It's that man again, haha Some people refer to him as a hustla Pimp, or playa (Verse 1, Lyfe Jennings) Street life k**ed my daddy Got my momma pregnant in the back of a caddy Since I lost my first tooth, I ain't been happy Young, wild, n***a child, why that boy is so nappy (He got the devil in him) Police wanna take him down Used to be a playa but the coochie costs money now He ain't too bright, but he know a trap when he see one Got his conscious in his pants with his gun (Chorus, Lyfe Jennings, singing) Seventeen years of rain Foggin' up my windows, yeah Hear the man? Seventeen years of pain But, I'm still here though Ohhhhh Seventeen years of rain Foggin' up my window, yeah Hear the man? Seventeen years of pain But, I'm still here though Ohhhhh (Verse 2, Lyfe Jennings) Shoe box full of pictures All that's left of good times I stayed with my n***as Some alive and some no longer with us How the, how the, how the hell do you pray for forgiveness (When you got devil in you) Rogaine keeps the hair strong (haha) But c**aine keeps the cable on I can't wait till my n***a JB come home Why do all the real n***as stay gone so long (Chorus) (Project Pat) What? What? Yes sir (Verse 1, Project Pat) Even though a n***a still in the hoo-oo-ood Gettin' drunk and smokin' on woo-oo-ood I'mma make it up outta this street life On the corner is where I stoo-oo-ood Out there all by my-self Cause a playa gotta get this mil Wearin fur ain't doin us no good Flipping burgers ain't gon' make you filled But I'm still ten-toes in this Hustlin' tryin'a make it hood-rich And I still ain't trustin' no b**h Cause the motherf**a's always snitch It's hard in this ghetto man Fifteen years old wit' coke and 'cain Cheese don't come, I'mma go insane Snatch me a purse, snatch me a chain Out here on the block, wit' the fiends and the moon Squeeze on the Glock, tryin'a pop at a goon He done stole me dough, he took my food Project wasn't born wit' a silver spoon In my mouth, in my grille Wearin' six chains, then n***as get k**ed One in the grave, the other in jail Nobody wins, that's for real (Verse 2, DJ Paul) Back way, when I was a runny nose Runnin' round, up and down the town Carryin' a black Glock, and a gold frown I kept that product on me It wasn't no problem homie You said it, I had it and met you if you stole my mo-ney Just tryna buy Balogna But now I'm buyin' lobster Still totin' a Glock But pushin' a Rolls Royce And winnin' Oscars (DJ Paul, Talking) Yeah, Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat Lyfe Jennings If you can believe, you can achieve Every day above ground is a good thing Ya hear me? Yeah (Hook, Lyfe Jennings, singing) Seventeen years of rain Foggin' up my windows, yeah Hear the man? Seventeen years of pain But, I'm still here though Ohhhhh Seventeen years of rain Foggin' up my window, yeah Hear the man? Seventeen years of pain But, I'm still here though Ohhhhh