Josiah Nichols - Still In The Streets (feat. AJAP Rocky & Vibe Jadon) Lyrics

Still in the streets, I ain't been taken off
It's way too hard for me to get involved
I break 'em to pieces and I'm goin' raw
I came I conquered but I never saw
He coulda been a doctor, but he chose to be gangster
I been missing all the hatred
All these NPC's that left me in the basement
In this situation, I been amazing
That pressure ain't got shit on me
Marble counter tops tables
We shootin' dice up all around the knees
Got a cross across my chest, just like that Jesus piece
My therapist wears corduroy
You know we keep that mental peace
Dropped like 42, I never had a shot that didn't fall for me
I'm all you need
Just fall for me
Like 9/11 you fall for me
They let me cook too long
I let it go too far
Still in these avenues, I did all that I had to do
Been showin' too much love
If I keep goin' I might crash in two
I got these baskets full of bastards
That go missin' when you lack a tool
Might wax him too up on it like I'm Shaq or Kobe alley ooped
Invest a couple bills on my charger
Ain't been round to go much farther
I know he wanted to get his PHD
But had no one to push him like his father
He coulda been a doctor, but he chose to be gangster
I been missing all the hatred
All these npc's that left me in the basement
In this situation, I been amazing
That pressure ain't got shit on me
Still in the streets, I ain't been taken off
It's way too hard for me to get involved
I break 'em to pieces and I'm goin' raw
I came I conquered but I never saw
Raised in the streets, now we fly priority
Charge it to the game like sorority
I was put into the game like Rudy
Now I'm carrying the sticks like Call of Duty
Like hold up, wait just a minute hit the replay
Found my wife never thought I'd see the day
I'm moving like Kimbo, slicing like Papa John
Time's ticking faster every day like it's Ramadan
Getting swole, 'bout thick as a gorrilla
I'm flowing like butter even though my skin's vanilla
I'm staying sober, really used to be a tweaker
Turn my volume up I want it bussin' out the speaker
Staying real keep it rooted like sediment
Only speak the truth to you, call it a testament
Catching bodies, not leaving no evidence
Staying clean, but know I ain't celibate
This aint nothing to celebrate
Can't cook this in a kitchen
Kids done lost they way
Making drugs their new religion
This the fire can't even smokey put it out
People selling their souls for a little bit of clout
Still in the streets, I ain't been taken off
It's way too hard for me to get involved
I break 'em to pieces and I'm goin' raw
I came I conquered but I never saw
I've seen a few things
Walking around Bowling Green
You may wonder what I mean
Well let me tell you everything
I watched a college kid pee outside of Shots
And he got tackled by a cop
I heard shots, real gun shots
While I was walking out of Shots
I saw people get in fights, but I never got involved
And my boy got drugged, we had to take him out the club
I watched fake ID's get swiped
Did that once down in Columbus I got caught but it's fine
I'm a G, like the first letter in Gumbo
When it comes to numbers
Give me number five like it's Mambo
Man I'm gonna throw the set
Run the check
Got a target on my back
Boy I'm still in the streets
They gonna seek until they dead