Still You Doubted Me Lyrics

I was born a bastard my momma was a baby.
And she didnt have the skills it would ever take to raise me.
Pops jumped ship and left us doin bad.
I pretty much blamed him for everything i never had.
Far back as i remember i was always mad.
Constantly in trouble i was always bad.
Used to whip my a*s for stealin and skippin cla*s.
Just basicly f**kin up they said i was nothin but a f**k-up.
Your f**kin nuts just wait and see.
I cant wait to make em eat that shit they talked about me.
Im make granny proud of me.
Be someone that i can be.
Proud to be.
They aint fittin to make no a*s outta me.
How did we overcome such obsticals and set backs.
They told me i was average but i just couldn't accept that.
Let that be the words carved in my headstone.
P.S. you hatin motherf**kers were dead wrong.

(Chorus)x2
Told you muthaf**ka day one.
I was gone do it.
I was gone do it.
Still you doubted me.
Still you doubted me


Day turned to night i paid the cost for the fame.
I was drawn to the game like a moth to a flame.
Guess you could say i had a troublesome past.
Remeber talkin to my muthaf**kin momma threw gla*s.
The look in her i eye boy im so sick of your a*s your never gone change your just like your dad..DAMN
The look in her face told me i was a mistake.
She wish she had never made goes from back in the day.
It came from the grave with a message i she didnt wanna hear.
Remember that trip to hell here your lil souvenir.
Dont drink no belvedere i blow that killa smoke.
I hit that volume button then let them gurillas go.
You didnt know a seed would grow threw the concrete.
Make a million dollars mearly speakin over drum beats.
Yes ya did been tellin you since i was a kid.
N you responded get on with that bullshit.

(Chorus)x2

I rolled my eyes as if to say f**k all ya'll.
All i ever had was my muthaf**kin papa.
My grandma fed me catfish n coleslaw.
I hit the weed then pa*s it to my road dogs.
I grip the steerin wheel i mash the gas pedal.
Bitch ima be here when the muthaf**kin dust settles.
Prolly been better off if i had just let go.
Wonder where id be in life if i had just said no.
But life to short for me to ponder questions i never answer.
But why am i still smokin after all i lost from cancer.
At this point in live all my worries are finacial.
And any losses that i have to take will be substantial.
Im not stoppin cuz its not an option.
Get it straight im not sweepin n not moppin.
A muthaf**kin thing you get that boss.
And all that real job talk just piss Stack off n say...

(Chorus)x2

Haystak - Portrait of a White Boy

Oct 2000

1. Intro [Explicit]
2. Fight, Write, Die [Explicit]
3. Dadgummit [Explicit]
4. Broads & Alchohol [Explicit]
5. Red Light [Explicit]
6. Hustle & Flow [Explicit]
7. Still You Doubted Me [Explicit]
8. Off Tha Wall [Explicit]
9. Girl [Explicit]
10. My First Day [Explicit]
11. Make Money [Explicit]
12. Strangest Dreams [Explicit]
13. Big [Explicit]
14. Staks World [Explicit]
15. Safety Off [Explicit]
16. First White Boy [Explicit]
17. Done [Explicit]