Still (feat. Trademark da Skydiver & Young Roddy)

'Bout to land jets on some suckers' houses

Homie come up out of 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 'round me make her slippery

Sexy pajamas when she visit me

Her friends fall through with all of that

Over talking, baller stalking, searching for eye contact

So they could double back and ask G

When I got some time free but honestly

Building this empire taking a lot of me

It'll be worth it though, shit good

Right now, you find my lighter

And my grinder, it'll be perfect, ho

And it's still

And it's still

Jet set your motherfucking

As I stand here, G'd up from the feet up

Paper on my mind, my chick's scrolling that weed up

Baby smoke it all, I ain't tripping, I'll just re-up

She thought real **** was dead, I made her a believer

Now, see us, we a different breed

Come planted from a different seed since young

Bred to keep it M.O.B.

My life is like a movie but I'm living out the scenes

I'm pulling acts for the racks, I'm all about the cream

By any means I hustle and scheme to fulfill my dreams

A better living, fatter pockets, prettier women

Super sticky weed I'm puffing, laid up in the villa

South beach suite, Metropole, smoking and chilling

Waiting on my bitch to come through with some more killer

Hit her with the D, now she in love with the villain

But my mind focused on writing rhymes and chopping spinners

Can I get a witness to this G shit that I'm spitting at will?

It's still

It's still

Jet set your motherfucking

Uh, okay, girl, where shall I begin?

I told her 'bout my lifestyle, she said, I'm all in

She say, most **** change, you ain't nothing like them

So I got her high as hell, I'm talking about a rim

But I never cared, mama, blow it in the wind

Ain't too much change since back then

But now I've got a couple different ways to make my ends

They wouldn't last a minute if they live where I live

They couldn't walk a mile in these Jordan number ten's

And I got that shit off like, thank you, come again

Such a scary risk but that risk got me rich

Sony, where my cash, boy, that's word to Money Mitch

I swear, I'm buying a brick that big when I get it in

Haters know the set that I rep till the end

It's crazy, I keep hearing voices in my ear

Telling me to get paid and I reply, bet I will, uh

And it's still

And it's still

Jet set your motherfucking

Yeah