Still, Pt. 2
To keep it a hundred Im stressed out
Couple demons shake em' off me
Been in the dirt and Im bringing the best out
Yea
I run into trouble
A couple niggas and they bringing the tecs out
Yea
I been In lab
Got tunnel vision I dont pree on the past
The television got me seeing the bad shit
We back in the telly yea
She throw it back on a regular
Praying to god Im ringing the celly
I feel like he never gon' pick it up
Im on a mission
You chasing them bitches
The money aint never gon' be enough
I was just focused on commas and digits
Im tryna reup on the decimals
You better sign the treaty
Street sweeper we gon' clean the city
She feeling the vibe Im busy
Two phones just to get to the money
Negative tones the group closed
Unknowns ring the cellular phone
We dont condone the visits
Get to exposing niggas
Cause Im still kinda bitter
Still unemployed still making cheddar
Nigga Im still doing better
Steaming out the kettle I dont ever settle
uh
Feel like I need me a medal
bend the block I got my foot on the pedal
Uh
Amg on the rental
Engine barking let em' out of the kennel
Nigga im still tripping
Still with the same niggas
wait
Had to drop and change niggas
Uh
Flip the script and pages
I been working counting different faces
Like shit
When Ima make it out
Losing my patience Im running out
Like them doctor visits that we worried bout'
Im still tracking advances
Couple bills and I know they're outstanding
I was a kid good manners
I was just writing my letter to santa
I was just flipping through channels
Got off the couch and im flipping through hundreds
I dont engage in the functions
I dont relate to the fuck shit
Niggas they doubted they hated they
Shit on the vision I needed it
Been in the Lincoln I need me a Tesla
I need to be back on the interstate
Im doing donuts on the road to riches
Im in the gym im working on my fitness
Got me a couple things its off the wishlist nigga
Sipping for the feeling
Nigga im still tripping
Still with the same niggas
Yea
Had to drop and change niggas
Uh
Flip the script and pages
I been working counting different faces
When Ima make it out
Like when Ima make it out
Im still tripping nigga
Still with the same niggas
had to drop and change niggas
Flip the script and pages
I been working counting different faces
When Ima make it out
losing my patience
Yea losing my patience Im running out
Couple demons shake em' off me
Been in the dirt and Im bringing the best out
Yea
I run into trouble
A couple niggas and they bringing the tecs out
Yea
I been In lab
Got tunnel vision I dont pree on the past
The television got me seeing the bad shit
We back in the telly yea
She throw it back on a regular
Praying to god Im ringing the celly
I feel like he never gon' pick it up
Im on a mission
You chasing them bitches
The money aint never gon' be enough
I was just focused on commas and digits
Im tryna reup on the decimals
You better sign the treaty
Street sweeper we gon' clean the city
She feeling the vibe Im busy
Two phones just to get to the money
Negative tones the group closed
Unknowns ring the cellular phone
We dont condone the visits
Get to exposing niggas
Cause Im still kinda bitter
Still unemployed still making cheddar
Nigga Im still doing better
Steaming out the kettle I dont ever settle
uh
Feel like I need me a medal
bend the block I got my foot on the pedal
Uh
Amg on the rental
Engine barking let em' out of the kennel
Nigga im still tripping
Still with the same niggas
wait
Had to drop and change niggas
Uh
Flip the script and pages
I been working counting different faces
Like shit
When Ima make it out
Losing my patience Im running out
Like them doctor visits that we worried bout'
Im still tracking advances
Couple bills and I know they're outstanding
I was a kid good manners
I was just writing my letter to santa
I was just flipping through channels
Got off the couch and im flipping through hundreds
I dont engage in the functions
I dont relate to the fuck shit
Niggas they doubted they hated they
Shit on the vision I needed it
Been in the Lincoln I need me a Tesla
I need to be back on the interstate
Im doing donuts on the road to riches
Im in the gym im working on my fitness
Got me a couple things its off the wishlist nigga
Sipping for the feeling
Nigga im still tripping
Still with the same niggas
Yea
Had to drop and change niggas
Uh
Flip the script and pages
I been working counting different faces
When Ima make it out
Like when Ima make it out
Im still tripping nigga
Still with the same niggas
had to drop and change niggas
Flip the script and pages
I been working counting different faces
When Ima make it out
losing my patience
Yea losing my patience Im running out
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Writer(s): Shakka Bledman
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