Memphis Bleek Still Roc Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ayo, trust...
You'll never find another out like Blizz
Fresh off the bench, still'a handle his bis'
Always loyal to the fam', always repping the crib
Shout-out them people who don't f*ck with me but know what it is
Them f*cks who doubted me, you pussies brought it out of me
It's in my blood; you could find it with phlebotomy
This ain't no cosplay or made up shit
Ask about me, I was really on that graveyard shift
Beef patties, coco bread, Mountain Dew, that shit
Bagging up, shoot, stab, niggas do that shit
Little greenery, my one homie grew that shit
Shout-out my peoples in the van, helped me move that shit
But yo
How could they front on the kid? I'll never get it, though
Ye, what it felt to be loved? He said "We'll never know"
They say it's politics like we all political
They say I be killing shit and then say I ain't lyrical
I ain't never want the fame, my boy
It felt better writing down some of this pain, my boy
First signed, I brought that blue flame, my boy
Sho'nuff, you want my spot? You need that glow, Leroy
[Chorus]
Still R-O-C, nigga
Bleek, still, G, nigga
You wanna talk to the boss? You see me now
Still with the niggas who spin CD style

[Verse 2]
It's never where you start but where you end up
I only played the cards I was dealt, some of them bent up
Still made a way, no complaining in my day
All I wanted was a chance to give the fam' a better way
I never gave a f*ck about what haters gotta say
No opinion in this world ever made my paper change
Fame never made a nigga ever do some dumb shit
Fall out on some bum shit, forgetting where I'm from shit
Never disrespect a dog I call brother
Long as we never warred my dog, we still brothers
We could never change what was with what it is now
I'm just focused on the wife and the kids now
Couple mortgages, new businesses
I spent my last few Christmases out in Switzerland
Just focused on this thing called life
Some of the things I did wrong
And what I can't get right
You know, tighten up the squad, can't afford no loose ends
Treat it like the Audi sign; all of us looped in
And we ain't splitting no bills, sharing no wheels, nigga
We just writing out wills, making new deals, nigga
[Chorus]
Still R-O-C, nigga
Bleek, still, G, nigga
You wanna talk to the boss? You see me now
Still with the niggas who spin
CD style