Still Holdin

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Still Holdin'

I'm still holdin' on the wheel of the 'lac, grippin' the grain
Still sippin' on that purple potion to help me maintain
Still see 'em watchin' my ascension, they whisper my name
But ain't a damn thing changed, I'm still in the game
Still holdin' for my people that's locked in the pen
Still praying to the Lord for forgiveness of sin
Still ridin' slow and low, again and again
'Cause I'm a king from the south, from beginnin' to end, know what I'm sayin'?

I'm from the land of the trill where the legends are made and the history's written
Where the mission is gettin' your riches and switchin' your sittin' position
I'm sittin' on leather, grippin' the wood and I'm flippin' the script in addition
To rippin' the track and I'm statin' the fact with a killer's ambition, no competition
I seen 'em comin' and goin', I seen 'em fallin' and failin'
I seen 'em bailin' when pressure was heavy, their character palin' and trailin'
While we was prevailin' and sailin' on oceans of haters, inhalin' the vapors
Of victory, stickin' the paper, and tellin' 'em, "See you later, you traitors!"
My cadence is greater, my status is updated, my haters are frustrated
They waited and debated and stated my style was outdated, I'm glad that you hated
'Cause that is the fuel to the fire that's burnin' inside of my soul
Now I'm takin' control of the globe and I'm breakin' the mold, it's too cold!
So behold the return of the titan, I'm writin' and fightin' and frightenin'
The fakes with the truth that I'm bringin', the lightning is strikin' and tightenin'
The grip on the game that I love, from the gutter below to the heavens above
I'm a product of pushin' and shovin', so show me some mother-effin' love!

I'm still holdin' on the wheel of the 'lac, grippin' the grain
Still sippin' on that purple potion to help me maintain
Still see 'em watchin' my ascension, they whisper my name
But ain't a damn thing changed, I'm still in the game
Still holdin' for my people that's locked in the pen
Still praying to the Lord for forgiveness of sin
Still ridin' slow and low, again and again
'Cause I'm a king from the south, from beginnin' to end, know what I'm sayin'?

Sweet Jones is back in the flesh, pocket full of that fresh green
Lookin' clean in the machine, the flyest thing you ever seen
My pinky ring is mean, it glisten and it gleam
I'm livin' out the dream that most of y'all just see up on the screen
I'm a player, not a preacher, but I'll teach you what I know
About the code of the street and how you get and stack the dough
You gotta move it on the low, you gotta put on for your town
And when they see you wearin' the crown, don't you ever let 'em knock it down
I got diamonds in my mouth, I'm the king of the south
I put the slab on the pavement and I air the whole thing out
There ain't no doubt, when I'm about, they know what I represent
That money, power, and respect, and every dollar that I spent
Was heaven-sent, 'cause I was meant to be a superstar
Now I'm pullin' up in a foreign car with a bad broad from the bar
No matter who you are, you gotta recognize the trill
From P.A.T., that's on the real, so tell me how you feel?

I'm still holdin' on the wheel of the 'lac, grippin' the grain
Still sippin' on that purple potion to help me maintain
Still see 'em watchin' my ascension, they whisper my name
But ain't a damn thing changed, I'm still in the game
Still holdin' for my people that's locked in the pen
Still praying to the Lord for forgiveness of sin
Still ridin' slow and low, again and again
'Cause I'm a king from the south, from beginnin' to end, know what I'm sayin'?

A tramp in life...
Yeah... Ridin' dirty...
Got the whole world watchin'...
Underground Kingz, baby...
Smokin' somethin'...