Drake – Still Here

High Rated Grammy Award winning rapper, Drake visit the music scene with a brand new fascinating record which is titled “Still Here”.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “Views” was officially released on 29 April 2016.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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LYRICS

Doin’ well, dog

Yeah, me and all my

Yeah, me—yeah

Me and all my niggas doin’ well, doin’ well, dog

You not from the city, I could tell, I could tell, dog

Did it, did it, did it by myself, by myself, dog

Blew up and I’m in the city still, I’m still here, dog

How did I finesse all of this shit from Jane and Weston?

Girls all in my bed and they don’t trip off first impressions

Girls all in your bed and they just ask a hundred questions

I can’t fuck with you no more cause you be actin’ extra

Do your favorite rapper like my son, like my son though

Nothing mutual about my funds, ’bout my funds though

All you niggas fightin’ over crumbs, where the bread at?

How they feel about you where you’re from, where your bed at?

I don’t need no pill to speak my mind, I don’t need that

I make people pay me for my time, yeah, I need that

And I see your girl like all the time, all the time though

I can’t tell you if she’s yours or mine but I do know

Me and all my niggas doin’ well, doin’ well, dog

You not from the city, I could tell, I could tell, dog

Did it, did it, did it by myself, by myself, dog

Blew up and I’m in the city still, I’m still here, dog

Oh, and I’m back, dog

Oh, you just went and turned your back, dog

I thought that we were family

You showed me that we can’t be

I gotta talk to God even though He isn’t near me

Based on what I got, it’s hard to think that He don’t hear me

Hitting like that 30 on my jersey, man, I’m gifted

Whole lot of sixes, but I’m still like

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Six-point star, Lion of the Judah

All my niggas ain’t off rockin’ Gucci

One do it, then we all gotta do it

Got the key, now the door’s open, and we all goin’ through it

Whole city at your head for the boy

I ain’t even gotta call no one for it

Me and all my niggas doin’ well, doin’ well, dog

You not from the city, I could tell, I could tell, dog

Did it, did it, did it by myself, by myself, dog

Blew up and I’m in the city still, I’m still—

Wow, all praise to the most high up