Still

Still a legend in the making that's a fucking fact
Only Scorp-gang working almost as hard is Pat
Plastic China on my side I know I never fail
Jeronimo looking up me now, how could I fucking bail
His Lil brother threw this gospel on the track and sent it
Still gotta cut a Grammy with you craezo don't forget it
Still on a precipice of greatness
The wheel still spinning everyday I see the fakeness
Bet I'm still compensated
No free shows and that's on dead granny
Whole squad need meals tucked deep in the Fanny
And backwoods fatter than J-Lo backside
Hot boxing the lemon tell an X to pimp my ride
Still a poet in a moment I can't own, but when I'm in my own zone
Bro I tend to work alone
Still tilling the land, believing the soil fertile
Niggas crying in chambers looking like moaning myrtle
I stay locked in the chamber
Deadly only when triggered
Those facts you kinda figured
I been through all the rigors
I'm ready for 7 figures
But shit I take 6, put me in a flick with group nameless call it a hit
Prophesying that shit
I know the team straight
We just gotta keep it forward never hesitate
Elevate each other, split the bag
Do another take
Don't matter if you fucking shake I promise you
That's how we get to fucking greatness

All my niggas 'round my border line is fortified
You can rate me four or five stars I'm still immortalized
Born to rise,
You can hit me anytime my business hours nine to five
Big red, shoot 5 times in the chest for every heartbeat and you still dead
Nights like this I wish I could give my momma bread
Ladi said he got me on the Grammy for granny and them
I'm determined to win
Out the dirt and the wind
I'm flying high no challenger explosion the end
I'm not a poet I just preach a lot
I know I got the flow, niggas dip they hands they reach a lot
I ain't got many features bruh
Royal fam and SYLA the only team that I'm speaking for
And I rise



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Writer(s): Oladipo Oyediran
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