Still On A Mission Songtext
von Albee Al

Yeah-yeah
This for everybody that started out at zero, you know what I′m sayin'?
Understand, ups and downs come with this shit, you feel me?
Don′t crash out, gangster
You're more valuable than you think
(VVS Melody)
Yeah, ay, yeah

If it's a price to bring my niggas back, uh, I′d be so broke (so broke)
Bringin′ all of my niggas back, man, that's no joke (I swear to God)
Fuck bein′ dead broke, I'd be in deep debt, uh (I swear to God)
Rollin′ up them Percs, I ain't sleep yet (yeah, yeah)
Got about 20 in my Steep Tech (yeah)
Screamin′, "Free the homies," every night they go to sleep stressed (still around)
Still on a mission, certain goals that I ain't reached yet (hell, yeah)
Homies gettin' jealous, sixth sense, you gotta peep that (yeah, yeah, yeah)


I swear that I′m different, I told my niggas, "Never beef over bitches" (yeah, yeah)
And how you real? You takin′ pictures with snitches, my only mission to get it, yeah (how you real?, How you real?)
And I told that bitch, "Man, I ain't beastin′ to hit" (hang on)
So much coke, I fell asleep in the kitchen, and niggas know that I'm with it (yo, yo)
You know, you can′t force loyalty (can't)
King Opp, so it′s royalty (opp)

They ask me why I'm strapped because these pussies tryna boil me (grr, grr)
I don't talk to pigs, tell ′em pussies, "Gotta lawyer me" (baow, baow)
Then I′m like, bang, bang, loyalty, gang, that's who I′m rollin' with (gang, gang)
Man, you know this shit (I know), don′t ever go against (brr)
Niggas try to steal my soul, and I'm so convinced (I swear)
Cheatin′ like Lil J Rock, tryna hop the fence (grr, baow, baow)
Back in the game, fresh off the bench (yeah)

I was in foul trouble (yeah), caught a flagrant (what happened?)
Like that boy there done died on the pavement (shh)
On the ground shakin' like I tased him
And I was locked in a pen (rrah), lions in a den (rrah)
Judge talkin' 20, tryna get this shit to ten (rrah)
The man tellin′ on you when you did the shit for him (huh?)
Shawty violatin′ her, she fuckin' with your friends (pain)

Or fuckin′ with your opps (yeah), niggas from your block (pain)
Gotta do this in time, if they with you or they not (gotta do it though)
Said, if they with you or they not (gotta do it though)
Said, if they with you or they not


If there's a price to bring my niggas back (ay), uh, I′d be so broke (so broke)
Bringin' all of my niggas back, man, that′s no joke (I swear to God)
Fuck bein' dead broke, I'd be in deep debt, uh (I swear to God)
Rollin′ up them Percs, I ain′t sleep yet (yeah, yeah)
Got about 20 in my Steep Tech (yeah)
Screamin', "Free the homies," every night they go to sleep stressed (still around)
Still on a mission, certain goals that I ain′t reached yet (hell, yeah)
Homies gettin' jealous, sixth sense, you gotta peep that (talk to Lil Tjay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Same shit I did before, I do it with these mills too
I′m super with it, make you move 'cause I ain′t tryna grill you (baow, baow)
Y'all was screamin', "Gang, gang," runnin′ through that field too (I see it)
Opps kill bro, you ain′t slide, I don't feel you (now you scared)
My momma told me, "Fuck ′em niggas, focus them and drop"
Find a better way of livin', my son won′t be on no block (yeah)
Thank the Lord for blessings given, they won't put one in my top (nah)
Don′t you go out like you tryna die about a thot (do it)

I'ma get it, it's all I got, talkin′ my shit, get him hot
Let′s not talk about no money, I probably never stop (stop)
Put six figures on my wrist, probably two mill' on my block (yeah)
Police told the bro to tell the judge that I supply the chops (grrah)
They tryna hold shit on my head, I lost Smelly and saw red
Know my shooter that he fired, his second time hittin′ leg (grrah)
Life been drivin' me crazy, so I been off the meds
Tryna bring my nigga with me like he ridin′ on my pegs

If there's a price to bring my niggas back (ay), uh, I′d be so broke (so broke)
Bringin' all of my niggas back, man, that's no joke (I swear to God)
Fuck bein′ dead broke, I′d be in deep debt, uh (I swear to God)
Rollin' up them Percs I ain′t sleep yet (yeah, yeah)
Got about 20 in my Steep Tech (yeah)
Screamin', "Free the homies," every night they go to sleep stressed (still around)
Still on a mission, certain goals that I ain′t reached yet (hell, yeah)
Homies gettin' jealous, sixth sense, you gotta peep that (yeah, yeah, yeah)

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