STILL Songtext
von GRIP

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Still in the booth, still spillin′ the truth
Still a recluse, niggas still stealin' the juice
And still don′t make heel of my boots
It's like they still standin' still, I still handle steel
Still don′t plan to chill until I land some mils
Still scramblin′, got niggas that's still off deal in Campbellton
I′m still rumblin', y′all still ramblin'
Niggas still cappin′, I still steal on a nigga for yappin'
He still sleep, wake up and don't remember what happened
They still harpin′ on my skills
And I′m still sharpenin' my steel
′Cause it's still part of me that feels that niggas still snoozin′
I'm still oozin′ with potential
Still a nuisance with a pencil that'll abuse a instrumental
Still don't think shit is coincidental
It′s all by design on a linear line
From the beginnin′ of time and we still intertwined
Still feelin' divine, still have yet to enter my prime
Still ill, still illegitimate, still committin′ crimes
Still I'm, better than ninety-nine percent of these niggas
And ninety-nine percent of my rhymes
And the battle still uphill when I climb
Still remember re-in′ up with halves and dealin' them dimes
Sevens and O′s, still steppin' on toes, shit never gets old
Still hit the corner store with my weapon exposed
Still remember nights I ain't slept in the cold, huh
Still remember all the labels that rejected me
Business is business, but it′s still fuck you, respectfully
Old hoes that still check for me
I′m still a no-show if it's no check for me
The game is still sold separately
Still let the liquor spill
Still got shit in motion when I′m sittin' still
That still don′t fit the bill, that shit don't hit for real
My shit still hit like a bully
Still got the semi that switch to a fully
Still got that bitch in my hoodie
I still bump Pass and listen to Goodie
I′m proof that that breed still exist
I feel remiss if I ain't mention there's still nobody as ill as this
I′m still a sponge soakin′ up game
Niggas still broke and ashamed
Feelin' ill toward me even though I opened a lane
So they still pokin′ my name, tryna provoke an exchange
But they still don't want smoke with the gang
Still in a league of my own, they can′t coach us the same
Still my focus remains
Sharp as a steel target in the scope when you aim
Still usin' these raps to cope with the pain
Shelterin′ my others and still get left soaked in the rain
They still highlight your L's and never notice your gains
I guess that's a token of fame
Still ain′t adjusted, still can′t be fucked with
This game still tamin' puppets
I still came to bring the ruckus
Still put my heart in it
Still with the niggas I started with, that′s still family
IDFT still better than any record nominated for a GRAMMY
Still ain't trippin′, it'll still take some time to understand me