Im Still Lyrics

It's provocative. It's the gang.

Sheesh! She got me livin' like my last, with those looks to kill.

Pengame, to the end game, writin' books for real.

Roots in the sticks, but I'm residing where the crooks will chill.

Uncle in the kitchen, sneakin' samples as they cook the meal.

I do this rap shit tor the culture, I'mma start movement.

We get them people out they seats, like Stella they be groovin'.

Back to the bars, I never took that damn vacation.

We throw punches like a title fight, So they just keep on hatin'.

She got me livin' like my last, with those looks to kill.

Pengame, to the end game, writin' books for real.

Roots in the sticks, but I'm residing where the crooks will chill.

Uncle in the kitchen, sneakin' samples as they cook the meal.

I do this rap shit tor the culture, I'mma start movement.

We get them people out they seats, like Stella they be groovin'.

Back to the bars, I never took that damn vacation.

We throw punches like a title fight, So they just keep on hatin'.

Forward motion like conveyors.

See, Im done with doing favours.

The way I stay around these bats, like I been playing in the majors.

Smoking blunts.

And they all be different flavours.

You could've got a feature from me, for what you paid her.

That's sucka shit.

My homie told me "get a grip".

But first class on a plane, the only way a nigga trip.

Never gotta run for it, boy that stick be by my hip.

Like I need it to be up right, if Im walking with this limp.

Cold fusion, Im the bomb, dog I been the shit.

Your punches aint hittin' like this, just get over it.

My shorty flyer than a pilot on the longest trip.

My catalogue like Mikes nigga, nothing but a bunch of hits.

Your crew nothing but some bitches, thats a bunch of clits.

And Breezy loved by niggas, like the homie with a hundred spliffs.

Turff told me keep it calm, I said the fuck with it.

Unofficial still a pro, and now I know they fuck with this.

It's really 'bout time my city opens they eyes.

I'm 'bout to rain on their parade, like I just opened the skies.

Any ship will slowly sink, sailing oceans of lies.

Probably why they feel the pressure when they close to my guys.

Cool, calm, collected, don't provoke us, or we'll ride out.

Send my homie in the back, and the other with his eye out.

Fits hits free, here's something you can try out.

This that cocaína on the table, pop they eyes out.

You shall not pass, call me Gandalf with the stick.

Keep they hands up, they be Randolph with the fit.

No groceries, Breezy bringin' cans up in this shit.

Put it on wax, melt 'em like candles gettin' lit.

You feeling froggy? Then leap.

You fuckin' hobbiest creep.

Shit you're talkin' is cheap, I make more noise talkin' in sleep.

Y'all a Sand Lot possy, I'm the big dog 'bout to break the fence.

Body builders couldn't hold the suspense.

She got me livin' like my last, with those looks to kill.

Pengame, to the end game, writin' books for real.

Roots in the sticks, but I'm residing where the crooks will chill.

Uncle in the kitchen, sneakin' samples as they cook the meal.

I do this rap shit tor the culture, I'mma start movement.

We get them people out they seats, like Stella they be groovin'.

Back to the bars, I never took that damn vacation.

We throw punches like a title fight, So they just keep on hatin'.

She got me livin' like my last, with those looks to kill.

Pengame, to the end game, writin' books for real.

Roots in the sticks, but I'm residing where the crooks will chill.

Uncle in the kitchen, sneakin' samples as they cook the meal.