"STILL" lyrics

Play yo role I might Van Cleef it
I came in this bitch with sauce, hot and mild I use to wing it
Both feet I step on shit, bro got blocks and pressing kits
Broke minded, pessimist, I can't be dude I'm stretching shit

I remember times I was on my last
Still that nigga been putting up cash
Money getting old, it's starting to mold
I'm stuffing the wall, I killed the stash
Draft balling, I built a skill
I be putting up shots still
See my face they know it's trill
I upped a hunnid gave bro the chills

Treat this rap shit like sports
I made a loaf ain't touch the court
Private islands no resorts
I'm playing the villa in cap shorts
Can't too many come to the spot
It's too much work they making it hot
Run that script put them in the pot
I'm whipping gumbo like fat fox

You one of mine it ain't no opps
Get in with me start having knots
Chest shot, leg shot
See nothing but red he screaming stop
I got fine shit rock my jersey
Hoe like Ashanti mixed with Kelis
Feed the killers they jeepers creep
He hunt for souls or he can't eat

I over see this shit like Zeus
I'm rich Junkie but I ain't Rue
Pour my cup like Boosie Boo
I catch Euphoria when I'm on juice
3 for 1 bro cooked the stooges
Martian made I'm Wayne student
Take my loses like my wins
But I hate losing I over do it

Play yo role I might Van Cleef it
I came in this bitch with sauce, hot and mild I use to wing it
Both feet I step on shit, bro got blocks and pressing kits
Broke minded, pessimist, I can't be dude I'm stretching shit

I remember times I was on my last
Still that nigga been putting up cash
Money getting old, it's starting to mold
I'm stuffing the wall, I killed the stash
Draft balling, I built a skill
I be putting up shots still
See my face they know it's trill
I upped a hunnid gave bro the chills