Drake – Still Here Lyrics

Still Here

Drake

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"Still Here." - Drake

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 08:35 am

Album: Views

Track No: 10

Doin' well, dog
Yeah, me and all my
Yeah, me
Yeah
Me and all my **** 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 hunnid 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
Nothin' mutual about my funds, 'bout my funds though
All you **** 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 **** 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 show me that we can 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
Hidden like that thirty on my jersey, man I'm gifted
Whole lotta sixes, but I'm still like
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Six-point star, lion of the Judah
All my ****, they ain't off, ridin' Gucci
One do it, then we all gotta do it
Got the key, and 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 **** 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

Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, D. Carter & Noah "40" Shebib.

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