Still Livin' Songtext
von Z‐Ro

One deep until I die, so your help I refuse it
One deep until I die, so your help I refuse it
One deep until I die, so your help I refuse it
One deep until I die, so your help I refuse it

I hear some haters want me dead, but I ain′t never been a stranger to drama
The most hated around the world, just like my name was Osama
Picture my Chevy riding low, boys watching me like the FEDs
They'd rather see me dead instead of watching me get my bread

Some of my closest niggas wanna see me lose it all
But the devil my name is on, they can′t get in my shoes at all
I'm still hood with it, still gangsta, still the truth up in these streets
And still all by my lonely, in case they wanna think it's something weak

Yeah I hear they like to talk ′cause they hate that I′m in my zone
My brother said if they don't hate me then I′m doing something wrong
I'm one of last of the real niggas left so they know that I′m a target
But they know it ain't no stopping my gang, if I get it started


My attitude on my shoulder, so respect it, I ain′t friendly
It don't take much to offend me, so don't go to fucking with me
Unless you wanna be next but I don′t think that′s what you want
It's A.B.N. for life and I′ll take it to where these haters don't

I know a lot of y′all niggas wanna see me dead
And a lot of y'all niggas wanna see me with no bread
I know, I might got a price on my head
It′s alright, I ain't scared, bitch I'm still living
I know a lot of y′all niggas wanna see me lose it
And don′t want me to make it in nothing, selling drugs or music
One deep until I die, so your help I refuse it
I'm alright, just as long as I′m still living

See a friend in need, is a friend indeed
Not just being cool 'cause I smoke good weed
Not sitting round me with a trick up his sleeve
And does not believe that H.A.W.K. will succeed

How dare you feel like that?
Thought you had my back, now see where your heart is at
That hurt, like a heart attack
How fraud is that, when I use to front you quarter sacks?


Damn, I miss Fat Pat
And I wouldn′t have to ask, do these niggas really got my back?
These niggas trying to get my stacks
'Cause the guns gon′ splat, a few cats gon' be lying flat

Niggas wanna see me dead
'Cause the same nigga who said is the only motherfucker who′s scared
I′ma stay chasing bread
And stay getting ahead, and fuck what another nigga said I'm still living

I know a lot of y′all niggas wanna see me dead
And a lot of y'all niggas wanna see me with no bread
I know, I might got a price on my head
It′s alright, I ain't scared, bitch I′m still living
I know a lot of y'all niggas wanna see me lose it
And don't want me to make it in nothing, selling drugs or music
One deep until I die, so your help I refuse it
I′m alright, just as long as I′m still living

Now when you throw up the West upside down, it's my side of town
I used to be a Y.G., but I′m a rider now
O.G. credentials and in like one of my rhymes, watch me spit that lead
I murder for money half right now, the other half after I get that bitch

I ain't gotta tell niggas I′m Cripping, they know I'm Hoover
But I got Blood homies that′s 'cause, homies, they'll be the ones to come do ya
When you see me out in public, most likely I′m by my lonely
Trust nobody, it′s just a plastic or the chrome only

When I beef I pick skeletons, I don't pick bones, homie
Eliminating everybody ′cause the last time a punk bitch told on me
Just because I follow nobody, don't mean I′m trying to leave niggas
Most niggas I see trying to rush you, can't even feed niggas

All I need is God, to protect me from harm
And for the death of my enemies first twelve, the 143rd song
I′ve been stabbed, shot, went to sleep and woke up in prison
They said I'd be dead in a year, but that was two years ago and I'm still living

I know a lot of y′all niggas wanna see me dead
And a lot of y′all niggas wanna see me with no bread
I know, I might got a price on my head
It's alright, I ain′t scared, bitch I'm still living
I know a lot of y′all niggas wanna see me lose it
And don't want me to make it in nothing, selling drugs or music
One deep until I die, so your help I refuse it
I′m alright, just as long as I'm still living

Real talk nigga, H-A-Dub-K baby
S.U.C. MVP baby, my nigga Z-Ro baby
Real talk baby, we still living
One deep for life nigga, S.U.C.