《Still Got It》—Quing T,王愚 verse1: Writin rhymes, tryna make a hit But its hard to get the wow when ur an oriental kid Tryna climb up to the top, make a buildin with the bricks But my money stay real and i never counterfeit I'm not complainin, look im just sayin I ain scared of all the mother fuckers hatin Necessary for me to explain in detail On how to get the mind right and how to rap n be ill Gettin all the ice, think i need a refill Talkin all that cheese, they can make a smile and be still Killin on the tracks, while them other rappers derail Hypin off the louis n they addicted to the retail Let's be real, how many rappers have u seen Spittin honest rhymes and at the same time making hotest beats It's whatever tho im a fuckin weirdo I give a fuck about attention ima be a hero chorus: Still got it, still gotta fit in Regardless what they sayin ima blow up in a minute I be everything they listen, all up in they ears Like a bose on the head, I be all that they could hear Still got it, still gotta fit in Regardless what they sayin ima blow up in a minute I be everything they listen, all up in they ears Like a bose on the head, I be all that they could hear verse2: This the second verse, there ain no second verse I never make a second verse cuz they aint never heard They cnat be patient, i ain hype enough This ain the type of music, that they likin huh Skimmin thru my shit like its 1 percent milk I give 100 n receiving 1 percent real Jealous of the mother fuckers make it quickly Tryna see straight my vision curving like a frisby Flow ill need a mother fuckin asprin They confused and they askin what happened Lookin at the platinum, lookin at the rolex Tryna make it work out like im rappin on a bowflex And the wack rappers gettin free beats like an upper cut The bottle and the drinks and the models in the mink And its realist shit i speakin i stay modest on the ink I be writin with a ball point and a dollar and a dream chorus: Still got it, still gotta fit in Regardless what they sayin ima blow up in a minute I be everything they listen, all up in they ears Like a bose on the head, I be all that they could hear Still got it, still gotta fit in Regardless what they sayin ima blow up in a minute I be everything they listen, all up in they ears Like a bose on the head, I be all that they could hear chorus x2...... Still Got It—Quing T,王愚