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I'm Still Here Video (MV)




Performed By: The Matt Bennett
Language: English
Length: 2:55
Written by: Matt Bennett




The Matt Bennett - I'm Still Here Lyrics




Put the knife to my throat, tried to bleed me out, thought I would go broke
Put the knife to ya throat One false move, he gettin' poked
Ah, f*ck it, just let him hang I wanna see him die slow
They throwin' rocks at my name But they own glass broke

All this molly talk got me amused
Y'all rather pop it than to sell it, I'm confused
Laced up my shoes, started climbin' up the charts
Then I slid through the cracks like a diarrhea fart
Rhymin' from the heart, swagger on dummy
This is Malcolm with some Amazon money,
With a Amazon broad, plus I'm Ramadan hungry

Inshallah, watch me improvise, get the money
Genocide, gentrified, homies died for nothin
When I ride through the Eastside, all of the homes custom
I just wanted to be free
How many times I gotta tell these cops I got a degree
How many times I gotta tell these flops they'll never be me

How many times I gotta tell these kids to never be sheep
Speak up and then they mutin' you
They banned from Facebook, what they gon' do to you
For supportin' your own, become a house n***a Still can't afford you a home,
Shut your mouth n***a You ain't just talkin' shit

If you promote Percocets, you's a bitch
Them jigga-boos told us about Jacob Watches
But they ain't tell us about Jacob's Promise
They ain't tell us about Abraham's
Now we slaves again. And I ain't poppin' no bottles, we ain't made yet

Keep on talkin' like this, them people gon show up
My only fear is Drake takin' my style before I blow up
Tell these rappers in advance

I'm Suge Knight, you KFC, don't stand a chance
F*ck thug life, let it R.I.P. and let's be men
Y'all judge Mike, but let the priest go free again
Keep it in, spit it with passion, fire
These rappers is poison, every verse is Amber Guyger
But y'all forgive em because the beat's hot
Oooh that pussy on fleek, huh

Gotta pay a fee first, you n****s all predictable Like a Pusha T verse
Please sir, we don't believe that shit
Build it on your own, Master P that shit
Keep it independent, Tyler P that shit
All yo homies gon' talk, you gotta be that shit
What celebrity should I fear

Any rapper that want it, they can get it I'm still here, let's go
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Put the knife to my throat, tried to bleed me out, thought I would go broke
Put the knife to ya throat One false move, he gettin' poked
Ah, f*ck it, just let him hang I wanna see him die slow
They throwin' rocks at my name But they own glass broke

All this molly talk got me amused
Y'all rather pop it than to sell it, I'm confused
Laced up my shoes, started climbin' up the charts
Then I slid through the cracks like a diarrhea fart
Rhymin' from the heart, swagger on dummy
This is Malcolm with some Amazon money,
With a Amazon broad, plus I'm Ramadan hungry

Inshallah, watch me improvise, get the money
Genocide, gentrified, homies died for nothin
When I ride through the Eastside, all of the homes custom
I just wanted to be free
How many times I gotta tell these cops I got a degree
How many times I gotta tell these flops they'll never be me

How many times I gotta tell these kids to never be sheep
Speak up and then they mutin' you
They banned from Facebook, what they gon' do to you
For supportin' your own, become a house n***a Still can't afford you a home,
Shut your mouth n***a You ain't just talkin' shit

If you promote Percocets, you's a bitch
Them jigga-boos told us about Jacob Watches
But they ain't tell us about Jacob's Promise
They ain't tell us about Abraham's
Now we slaves again. And I ain't poppin' no bottles, we ain't made yet

Keep on talkin' like this, them people gon show up
My only fear is Drake takin' my style before I blow up
Tell these rappers in advance

I'm Suge Knight, you KFC, don't stand a chance
F*ck thug life, let it R.I.P. and let's be men
Y'all judge Mike, but let the priest go free again
Keep it in, spit it with passion, fire
These rappers is poison, every verse is Amber Guyger
But y'all forgive em because the beat's hot
Oooh that pussy on fleek, huh

Gotta pay a fee first, you n****s all predictable Like a Pusha T verse
Please sir, we don't believe that shit
Build it on your own, Master P that shit
Keep it independent, Tyler P that shit
All yo homies gon' talk, you gotta be that shit
What celebrity should I fear

Any rapper that want it, they can get it I'm still here, let's go
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Writer: Matt Bennett
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