Still

I swear these man want strife F*ck the beef, get right I make sure that everyone nice 4 Gs, no phone on the flight Good times don't got no price She keen, but these beats are my only type Married the game, that's my only wife So I carry the flame, and this green in my pocket Keep bro in the loop like Sonic They know the game move fast Don't trap but I'm selling these raps On a run, yeah I'm doing up laps Buried treasure, that's under my hat Bars gold, now she running back I can't put my ex on the map Same way, these feds get attached No way they'll give man a pass You know how it goes when you're black Second class, I'll just keep it a stack True say, I ain't trying to get bagged, it's mad Cah I keep low-key, stay put in the lab But they on smoke, ain't waving a flag Hold my peace, and I pray that it last How can I speak, that's deep, don't ask On the two-way, buss joke, my stance What you telling me, my bro give thanks Got another day in the bank, so we make bank Put together these hands Stretch the time like we stretch these bands But they don't understand Still trying to stack these Ps Still trying to buss my Gs Still high, been twisting up trees Still a peng ting on my sleeve Still want the Range, no lease Still open up doors, no keys Still hunting my dargs, no peace Still mad, that's actual grief Still trying to stack these Ps Still trying to buss my Gs Still high, been twisting up trees Still a peng ting on my sleeve Still want the Range, no lease Still open up doors, no keys Still hunting my dargs, no peace Still mad, that's actual grief Touch mic, now they showing me love Earn stripes, yeah I'm feeling a buzz Spit dope, swear I give 'em a rush Dropped bars and she started to blush Wise words, yeah I'm dropping them jewels Most learning outside of the school Get mine, mom ain't raising a fool Skip lines, said I'm cutting the queue On the clock, I ain't hitting the snooze Need the drop, and the house with a view Fold the top, origami the coupe Buy the block, and I share all the loot Haters watch, got em looking like Scrooge Smoking loud, had to put em on mute Writing flame, let it cook in the booth Done the rounds, and this music the proof Yeah Cah they ain't got juice like me I labour for these fruits I see It took time, had to water these seeds We all growing at different speeds How you grow when your flaws run deep? They like roots, I plant my feet I gotta make papes, it don't grow on trees Still trying to stack these Ps Still trying to buss my Gs Still high, been twisting up trees Still a peng ting on my sleeve Still want the Range, no lease Still open up doors, no keys Still hunting my dargs, no peace Still mad, that's actual grief Still trying to stack these Ps Still trying to buss my Gs Still high, been twisting up trees Still a peng ting on my sleeve Still want the Range, no lease Still open up doors, no keys Still hunting my dargs, no peace Still mad, that's actual grief