And I Still

Pipe that shit up, TnT (Trae made this beat) Uh, uh I ain't felt this way in a minute (uh, uh) I just blew the roof through the ceiling (through the ceiling, yeah), uh I just woke up to another million (million, yeah) Finally made my way out of the trenches (ooh), and I still a Take a brick and break a brick and get it gone, yeah (yeah) Take a bitch and break a bitch and send her home, yeah (what else?) 'Bout my brothers, you in trouble, you right that they wrong, yeah (what else?) All that I know, yeah (what else?) Murder she wrote, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah (oh yeah) Uh, yeah, yeah (oh yeah-yeah, yeah) Uh, okay, gang-gang forever, I'ma die for my respect, uh Say my name, whatever, get you popped through a text, uh Hunnid k or better, I just wrapped it 'round my neck Johnny Dang, king of bling, I just re-fucked up a check On the road doin' shows, comin' to your city next Bunch of bottom boy survivors, be a long way from the jets, uh It might need some thinkin', and, God, I finally get to flex Reminisce about hard times right before I bought a jet And who need a stylist when you got all this money pilin'? All it took was guidance, a young nigga, but far from childish Me and lil' J don't get them lows, get 'em gone and then rewind it You sold four hundred Ps and brought back eight hundred thousand (yeah) I ain't felt this way in a minute (uh, uh) I just blew the roof through the ceiling (through the ceiling, yeah), uh I just woke up to another million (another million) Finally made my way out of the trenches (I'm out the trenches), and I still a Take a brick and break a brick and get it gone, yeah (oh) Take a bitch and break a bitch and send her home, yeah (yeah, uh, ooh) 'Bout my brothers, you in trouble, you right that they wrong, yeah All that I know, yeah, murder she wrote, yeah Yeah, yeah (ah, ah) Yeah Uh, yeah, yeah (okay) Okay, uh What else? Uh What else? Uh What else? Uh --- And I Still - Rod Wave