Still N Traffic (feat. Deadstock DP)

Yeah, it's impeccable , lifestyle Back to back, still in traffic, where the mail at That shit off my eyes, good, you gotta scale that My math good, know exactly where it's supposed to be Grab the profit, get in traffic, then control the streets And I've been trippin' on these beats for like 400 days It's the same, bummy fit, but I'm still runnin' plays You havin' fun in the sun, what about the rain Fucked it up in the club, told him keep the chain I got my Louis shades on, I'm chillin' in the shade I've been workin' for a minute, now I got it made If you get it how I get it, then it's hard to save He tried to rock it how I rock it, but it's not the same I said I'm gone and I'm loaded Fake shit and talkin', out of turn I don't condone it Livin' right now, bitch, we livin' for the moment Can't take this shit with you when it's over Man, turn your boy up, cause I'm really havin' motion I'ma take the bitch, rather gone or I'm sober On the same shit, I just got a little older Movin' at a high pace, ain't no way I can slow up Hold on, bro, you talkin' too spicy Front row shawty, that's why niggas call me Spike Gee Do the right thing, he got game, I got game Is it for sale? I don't know, bitch, it might be Bitch, I might be a 07 Hypebeast Uh still camp out for some Nikes The only dead stock, all these niggas worn lightly He the hottest out, put him out, call Mike D And that's how the cookie crumble My shoes loose laced, but a nigga never stumble Hop up in the booth, cause they ain't talkin' bout nothin I'm talkin' how I live, I'm Pharrell, no frontin Hella different flavors, man, it's like a Royal Rumble Safari 95s, bitch, I'm livin' in the jungle Off white vapors like I'm tryna build muscles Slow feet, don't eat, bitch, I get it off the hustle Smokin' package, overlapping all the field run Put your intentions on the table, don't conceal none They say to make some real money, gotta spend some But before you spend some, gotta get some If I keep goin' in, it's a real run When the light come on then the seal done I gotta run my money up just to feel something Tell Mustard, catch up, this my tenth summer