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STILL

 

STILL

(album: STILL (Five & A F*** You) [Deluxe] - 2023)


Uh, still in the booth, still spilling the truth
Still a recluse, niggas still stealing the juice
And still on the heel of my boots
It's like they still standing still, I still handle steel
Still don't plan to chill until I land some mills
Still scrambling, got niggas that's still off deal in Campbellton
I'm still rumbling, y'all still rambling
Niggas still capping, I'm still still on a nigga for yapping
He still asleep, wake up and don't remember what happen
They still harping on my skills and I'm still sharpening my steel
'Cause it's still part of me that feels that niggas still snoozing
I'm still oozing with potential, still a nuisance with the pencil, that'll abuse a instrumental
Still don't think shit is coincidental
It's all 'bout design on a linear line from the beginning of time and we still intertwined
Still feeling divine, still have yet to enter my prime
Still ill, still illegitimate, still commiting crimes
Still, I'm better than ninety-nine percent of these niggas
And ninety-nine percent of my rhymes in a battle still uphill when I climb
Still remember re-ing up with halves and dealing them dimes
Sevens and Os, still stepping on toes, shit never gets old
Still hit the corner store with my weapon exposed
Still remember nights I slept in the cold, hah
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 sitting still
They still don't fit the bill, that shit don't hit for real
My shit still hit like a bully, still got a semi that switch to a fully
Still got that bitch in my hoodie
I still bump 'Kast and listen to Goodie
I'm proof that the breed still exist
I feel remiss if I don't mention that still nobody ill as this
I'm still a sponge, soaking up game, niggas still broken, ashamed
Feeling ill toward me even though I opened a lane
So they still poking 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 a scope when you aim
Still using these raps to cope with the pain
Sheltering 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
Shit ain't adjusted, still can't fucked with
This game still taming 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 Grammy
Still ain't tripping, it'll still take some time to understand me

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