Still Lit lyrics

[Intro]
Ain't take no field trip
(Ahmad, get in here right now)
Take a field trip

[Verse 1]
You ain't take no field trip
You ain't killed sh*t (At all)
I done blew that label money and I'm still lit (And I'm still lit)
Yeah, I'm still rich
Thanks to OG Ball, we strike, but I don't leave prints
Nah, I don't leave hints
Nah, I don't need a snitch
Nope, I don't need a b*tch
Leaving sh*t, deleting sh*t
I can't even say bro name, if I call him, I get even quick
I can't even pop two pills, if I do, b*tch, I get evil quick
I ain't sellin' movies when I say I make that regal flip
I'm pressin' beans and stashin' seagulls at my cousin crib
Shoutout the gang, boy, you ain't gang if you ain't step for this
I thought that bro was shaped by road, had to accept he b*tch
They think it's smoke with what's-his-name, but me and slim spoke
Ain't no n*gga die, we had to let that go
But for them other n*ggas, just gotta let them know
I'm smashin' heads and slingin' lead 'til n*ggas' brains show
[Chorus]
Let them things blow
Grrt, buh, buh, let them things blow
Uh, uh, we gon' let them things blow
I'ma let that thing blow
Smoke 'em, that's my main goal

[Verse 2]
You can't get your shorty back
I wish they'd bring loyalty back
Fifteen thousand down the A, b*tch, that equal forty straps
Fifteen thousand in LA, I'm flippin' pounds, they sendin' racks
They see you lit, they send a rat
If you shoot first, ain't no shootin' back
They done took my army guns, now I need some Navy straps
The feds done took a thousand hundreds, f*ck 'em 'cause I made it back
I done sold a thousand pills, I blame myself, I threw some back
I done sold a thousand pounds, I even ran off with packs
Me and bro go crashin' off them Xans, can't even 'member a shot
All them nights, I ain't forgot
n*ggas act like they forgot
'Posed to be my dog, but all that smoke, it show a n*gga opp
Twenty get that n*gga killed, five'll get a n*gga robbed
My b*tch said, "Q, why you be up in these streets so f*ckin' hard?"
This sh*t my job, just play your part
I'm still alive, I played it smart
Your n*ggas died, they played it dumb
They hate me just 'cause where I'm from
The realest, name a flaw, not one
There ain't no opps, then I'ma feel I won
[Chorus]
Let them things blow
Grrt, buh, buh, let them things blow
Uh, uh, we gon' let them things blow
I'ma let that thing blow
Smoke 'em, that's my main goal