Still Here

My shit nice like blunts on a long day, my crew tight like links on a long chain My shit nice like blunts on a long day, my crew tight like links on a long chain Y'all was holding animosity towards my little posse, now you looking for some reciprocity, huh Too late for shaking hands, delayed apologies, kids wanna verse but don't deserve what I got to bring It don't bother me, it's just facts, honestly it's rare I even bust back Cause if I name you on a track it's only gonna help your little stats grow a bit You ain't earned that, and we both know that I don't owe you shit A lot of DMs from kids who wanna pretend they skill is close to mine Before they crack the spine of my catalog I'm on some new shit they can't define Give em ample time to be themself and still they wanna pantomime Even in the future I ain't past my prime, crushing egos how I pass the time I ain't have to rhyme to get em moving, what you doing asinine-don't matter the gimmick Slick styles I provide prove I can't be mimicked My shit nice like blunts on a long day, my crew tight like links on a long chain My shit nice like blunts on a long day, my crew tight like links on a long chain There's smoke in my iris, owned by my vices, my lows get me high, yeah that's word to my pilot The world in my sights, white knuckled on the wheel That ain't enough Worm, tell em how you really feel I feel like smacking bitch rappers and strangling em with the mic cord Your bars ain't up to par, your crew's a fucking eyesore You write for the wrong reasons, could spit the illest sixteen By only writing four bars then repeating em Tyson how I'm beating em, Dyson how I'm sweeping em wake em up and serve em up, Serta how I'm sleeping em Find a better rapper kid I'm unconvinced throw shade on my name, when on the flyer you live under it My shit nice like blunts on a long day, my crew tight like links on a long chain My shit nice like blunts on a long day, my crew tight like links on a long chain