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Still

by Curren$y

on Weekend At Burnie's (2011), Tempo Rap (2022)

About to land jets on some sucker's houses
Homie, come about it that side shit
You call your girl, crib in the background, she bumping my shit
You mad, I'm at the crib, cutting open vacuum bags

Pouring some of that potent for the true smoking shit my homie had
Last time I was in Cali, told him he had to send me that
Ship it to the city so I could bend some corners
With lil' mama, tell her hit some of this sticky with me

Just being around me make her slippery
Sexy pajamas when she visit me
Her friends fall through with louder that
Over talking, baller stalking, search for eye contact

So they could double back and ass G
When I have some time free but honestly
Building this empire, taking a lot of me
It will be worth it though, shit good right now
You found my lighter and my grinder, it'll be perfect ho'

And it's still and it's still jets at yo' motherfucking

And I stand here, G'd up from the feet up
Paper on my mind, my chick scrolling that weed up
Baby, smoke it up, I ain't tripping, I just re-up
She thought real niggers was dead, I made her a believer

Now see us, we a different breed
Come planning from a different species
Young, bred to keep it M.O.B
My life is like a movie but I'm living out the scenes
I'm pulling X for the rex, I'm all about the cream

By any means a hustling scheme will fulfill my dreams
A better living, fatter pockets, prettier women
Super sticky weed, I'm puffing late up in the villa
South beach suite, Metropost smoking and chilling

Waiting on my bitch to come through with some more killer
Hit her with the deals, she in love with the villain
But my mind focus on writing raps and chopping spinach
Can I get a witness to this G shit that I'm spitting at will

It's still, it's still, jets at yo' motherfucking
Already

Oh, okay, girl, where shall I begin?
I told her about my lifestyle, she said, "I'm all in"
She say, "Most niggers change, you ain't nothing like them"
So I got her high as hell, I'm talking the above the rim

But I never cared, mama, blow it in the wind
Ain't too much changed since back then
But now I got a couple different ways to make my ends
They wouldn't last a minute if they'd live where I live

They couldn't walk a mile in these Jordan's number 10's
And I got that shit off like thank you, come again
Such a scary risk but that risk got me rich
So need what my cash for that's word to money, Mitch

I swear I'm bound to break that bed when I get it in
Haters know the set that I rep to the end
It's crazy, I keep hearing voices in my ear
Telling me to get paid, my reply, bet I will

And it's still, it's still jets at yo' motherfucking