This is a song about "Still here"

No animosity, i'll make this real and ill, i'm still here (x2)

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

On high gear, time's slowing, my eyes open, still right here

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

Man look we are at our house,dad still here and mom on the couch

They're still here for me, always to the end

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

I still wish my way out of here, before i become a myth,

And thought why am i still alive why am i still here.

I see the same hodon't get mad, i'm only bein real

I'm still here spittin' dope, still your head now fill with hope

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

I don't know, obviously i disappear

You know, i keep wondering why. you're still here.