《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