Still Got It

《Still Got It》—Quing T，王愚

verse1: Writin rhymes, tryna make a hit

But its hard to get the wow when ur an oriental kid

Tryna climb up to the top, make a buildin with the bricks

But my money stay real and i never counterfeit

I'm not complainin, look im just sayin

I ain scared of all the mother ******* hatin

Necessary for me to explain in detail

On how to get the mind right and how to rap n be ill

Gettin all the ice, think i need a refill

Talkin all that cheese, they can make a smile and be still

Killin on the tracks, while them other rappers derail

Hypin off the louis n they addicted to the retail

Let's be real, how many rappers have u seen

Spittin honest rhymes and at the same time making hotest beats

It's whatever tho im a ****** weirdo

I give a **** about attention ima be a hero

chorus: Still got it, still gotta fit in

Regardless what they sayin ima blow up in a minute

I be everything they listen, all up in they ears

Like a bose on the head, I be all that they could hear

Still got it, still gotta fit in

Regardless what they sayin ima blow up in a minute

I be everything they listen, all up in they ears

Like a bose on the head, I be all that they could hear

verse2: This the second verse, there ain no second verse

I never make a second verse cuz they aint never heard

They cnat be patient, i ain hype enough

This ain the type of music, that they likin huh

Skimmin thru my **** like its 1 percent milk

I give 100 n receiving 1 percent real

Jealous of the mother ******* make it quickly

Tryna see straight my vision curving like a frisby

Flow ill need a mother ****** asprin

They confused and they askin what happened

Lookin at the platinum, lookin at the rolex

Tryna make it work out like im rappin on a bowflex

And the wack rappers gettin free beats like an upper cut

The bottle and the drinks and the models in the mink

And its realist **** i speakin i stay modest on the ink

I be writin with a ball point and a dollar and a dream

chorus: Still got it, still gotta fit in

Regardless what they sayin ima blow up in a minute

I be everything they listen, all up in they ears

Like a bose on the head, I be all that they could hear

Still got it, still gotta fit in

Regardless what they sayin ima blow up in a minute

I be everything they listen, all up in they ears

Like a bose on the head, I be all that they could hear

chorus x2......

Still Got It—Quing T，王愚