STILL Songtext
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Where the hell you been at DJ? Hmm?

Hmm, Hey, Play y′all raw like Mike Van Cleven
I came with this bitch with sauce
Hide them out, I used to wing it
Both feet, I step on shit
Bro got blocks and pressing kicks
Broke-minded pessimist
I can't be dude, I′m stretching shit
I remember times I was on my last
Still that nigga been putting up cash
When he get older, starting to mow them stuff in the wall
I kill the stash, Draft ball and I build a skill
I be putting up shots still
See my face, they know it's trill
I up the hundred, gave bro the chills


Treat this rap shit like sports
I'm making low, same touch the court
Private islands no resorts
I′m playing the villain in cap shorts
Can′t see too many come through the spot
It's too much work they making it hot
Run that script put em in the pot
I′m whipping gumbo like fat fox
You in the mind it ain't no ops
Get it up with me start having knots
Chest shot, leg shot
See number red he screaming stop

I got fashion, rock my jersey
Hold like a Chauncey mixed with Khalees
Feed the killers, they Jeepers creep
He hunt for souls and he can′t eat
I oversee this shit like Zeus
I'm rich junkie, but I ain′t rude
Pull my cup like Bootsy Boo
I catch you for it when I'm on juice
Three for one, bro, cut the stooges
Martian made, I'm Wayne′s student
Take my losses like my wins
But I hate losing. I overdo it
Hmm, Hey


Play y′all raw like Mike Van Cleven
I came with this bitch with sauce
Hide them out, I used to wing it
Both feet, I step on shit
Bro got blocks and pressing kicks
Broke-minded pessimist
I can't be dude, I′m stretching shit
I remember times I was on my last
Still that nigga been putting up cash
When he get older, starting to mow them stuff in the wall
I kill the stash, Draft ball and I build a skill
I be putting up shots still
See my face, they know it's trill
I up the hundred, gave bro the chills