Still I Fight On
Lyrics Rome Fortune

Written by: Rome Fortune, Timothy Lewis Morrison

Produced by: Cubby

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Piggybacking off realities
Got a lot of levels that challenge me
Been up three days straight
Runnin' from the dreams I chase aye aye
Hit or miss is the reality
Got a lot of homies that are casualties
So I'm up three days straight
F*ckin' women gettin' mad at me
Never want a handout, handed
No, yeah
I don't want your handout
Put your hand down
Like I ain't damn jammin'
Yes, yes
I don't want your handout
Put your hand down
Yeah

I got a little writer's block
Cause there's no competition
You come up on my block
I'm paying you no attention
Mention I had demons?
My demons are screamin' listen
Headphones turned loud
I can't let them n*ggas win it

You would rather spend some money on a tour bus
To be that n*gga at the venue when you pull up
I would rather spend some money buying carter's pullups
Than be a silly motherf*cker trying to look cool what
I had a conversation with this rapper
I had a conversation with this rapper, guess what he told me
I had a conversation with this rapper
I had a conversation with this rapper, that's what he told me
Well first get a few things straight by birth
Rome Fortune had to find fate's grace
22, in that liquor store aimed it at his face
I was desperate n*gga, very desperate I had went through phases

F*ck an album placement
I've fought for survival
Get up out my face, man
Cause I know the bible
Boy you ain't no rival
Just a sucker
Who know how to rhyme dog
Just to eat I had commit to crimes dog

Piggybacking off realities
Got a lot of levels that challenge me
Been up three days straight
Runnin' from the dreams I chase aye aye
Hit or miss is the reality
Got a lot of homies that are casualties
So I'm up three days straight
F*ckin' women gettin' mad at me
Never want a handout, handed
No, yeah
I don't want your handout
Put your hand down
Like I ain't there, I ain't damn jammin'
Yes, yes
I don't want your handout
Put your hand down

I can't get back on my time lost
But my time lost, ain't time lost it made me a diamond
What I'm about, ain't about what I got on
All my days, oh my days made me think that my mind's gone

Still I fight on [x4]

Look
I said fightin' to be the best me you see
I'm better than you
And you don't know how good you could be
You get slumped in a situation and never can leave
Use a difficult situation as means to get better
Better in the sense of my awareness
Not talkin' cheddar
Took a dare that I would never make it
Never meant never
But I'm looking in the low light
Pretty good lens
Ain't have many in my whole
I lost pretty good friends
So like
Give me good ends
So like
Give me good peers
So when I'm pushing sh*t forward
I'm not the n*gga looking weird
What I think about
That's what I think about
It's like sitting in the reverend's car
Or in the deacon's house
Know the 'word'
But you still put your d*ck in b*tches' mouth
But your word hit to people to make them over look your flaws

Make them overlook the flaws, man
God damn I ain't prayin' to the Lord, man
Cause they killin' our man
So no amen
And we killin' all man
So no amen
Still, still no ah man

I said
Everybody want the juice but what's the ingredients
Most these n*ggas with the juice are just good with obedience
Let 'em off they collars
Let 'em off they collars
It's like a wild west chasing dollars
[x2]

Chasin' dollars, chasin' dollars
Like a wild west n*ggas chasin' dollars
[x2]

I said
Still I fight...
Still I fight on

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