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Still (feat. Trademark & Young Roddy)

About to land chances on suckers houses

Homey come about it that side shit

You call your girl crib in the bed while 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 homey head

Last time I was in Cali told him he had to send me that

Ship it to the city, so I could mess some ? with them mama

Tell them hit some of this sticky with meJust being rhymey 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, she good right now you found my lighter

And my grinding had to be perfect yo

And it's still, and it's still jets central motherfuckerAnd I stand here, get 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 read up

She thought real niggers was dead I made her a believer

Now she us, we a different breed

Come planning from a different species, young ? to keep it

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 dreamsA better living fatter pockets, prettier women

Super sticky weed I'm puffing late up in the villa

South east suite metro post 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 spittas

Can I get a witness to this G shit that I'm spitting

Will, it's still, it's still, jet central motherfuckingOK, 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 hill, I'm talking the butter 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 what I liveThey couldn't walk a mile in these Jordan's number ten

I got that shit off like think you come again

Such a scary risk but that risk got me rich

So, where my cash for that's worth

That's why I'm buying the bridge at bay when I get it in

Haters know the set that I rub to the end

It's crazy I keep in my ear, telling me to get paid, my reply bet I will

And it's still, and it's still central motherfucking, yeah

Songwriters

Franklin, Shante / Brisco, Roderick / Fitch, John A / Harleaux, Daryl Anthony / Washington, AlexPublished by

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