Still N Traffic ft. Deadstock DP Lyrics

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