Still (feat. Trademark & Young Roddy)

歌詞

About to land jets on some sucker's houses Homie, come about it that side shit You call your girl, crib in the background, she bumping my shit You mad, I'm at the crib, cutting open vacuum bags Pouring some of that potent for the true smoking shit my homie had Last time I was in Cali, told him he had to send me that Ship it to the city so I could bend some corners With lil' mama, tell her hit some of this sticky with me Just being around me make her slippery Sexy pajamas when she visit me Her friends fall through with louder that Over talking, baller stalking, search for eye contact So they could double back and ass G When I have some time free but honestly Building this empire, taking a lot of me It will be worth it though, shit good right now You found my lighter and my grinder, it'll be perfect ho' And it's still and it's still jets at yo' motherfucking And I stand here, G'd up from the feet up Paper on my mind, my chick scrolling that weed up Baby, smoke it up, I ain't tripping, I just re-up She thought real niggers was dead, I made her a believer Now see us, we a different breed Come planning from a different species Young, bred to keep it M.O.B My life is like a movie but I'm living out the scenes I'm pulling X for the rex, I'm all about the cream By any means a hustling scheme will fulfill my dreams A better living, fatter pockets, prettier women Super sticky weed, I'm puffing late up in the villa South beach suite, Metropost smoking and chilling Waiting on my bitch to come through with some more killer Hit her with the deals, she in love with the villain But my mind focus on writing raps and chopping spinach Can I get a witness to this G shit that I'm spitting at will It's still, it's still, jets at yo' motherfucking Already Oh, okay, girl, where shall I begin? I told her about my lifestyle, she said, "I'm all in" She say, "Most niggers change, you ain't nothing like them" So I got her high as hell, I'm talking the above the rim But I never cared, mama, blow it in the wind Ain't too much changed since back then But now I got a couple different ways to make my ends They wouldn't last a minute if they'd live where I live They couldn't walk a mile in these Jordan's number 10's And I got that shit off like thank you, come again Such a scary risk but that risk got me rich So need what my cash for that's word to money, Mitch I swear I'm bound to break that bed when I get it in Haters know the set that I rep to the end It's crazy, I keep hearing voices in my ear Telling me to get paid, my reply, bet I will And it's still, it's still jets at yo' motherfucking