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We still sick, we still hood, we still life, still’s most still drinking,
still staying alive. Still taking care of children or whatever. Still scrap.
We just still, we just still
He say that he a gangsta, but I heard a nigga smacked him
They say that I be rapping like I’m still serving em out my magnums,
still serving em out magnums
Lil homie want an order three. That I’m only selling quarter piece (right now).
You can give me twelve-fifty, three and a quarter for the zippers.
I’m selling Christmas trees with purple ornaments, won’t see no sticks or
seeds. Ain’t paying for the pussy, I pay for the bitch to leave.
When I’m paying for the cookies, like highway robbery, I get the shits so
cheep. Don’t play me for no pussy. Tryin to rob her, got this big OE.
As I recall I get at niggas that call themselves slick destiny.
If I ain’t in a rental I’m in that low-low with them tints and them dents.
Charge me with intent when they find there’s dope in the vent. Thirty thousand
spent for all this drow my people sent. Come and get a sack if bout my flow you
not convinced. I got a whiff for every day of the week. Was stolen two own rims.
Got two parked at my hoe house. I ain’t got no motherfuckin sense
Still servin, still servin
They say that I be rapping like I’m still serving em out my magnums,
still serving em out magnums
Riding around with me, myself, and I and they all gonna shoot. So why’s this
pack so fucking loud, I got the volume on mute. Mr. Five Point Six, Mr.
Five Point Six. Why they call you that? I’m trying to sell you five quarters
out this shit. Hey, aren’t you all star? Ask me something stupid like why I got
these jars all in the car. I know all of the cuts to get back to the spot.
Rap like I’m strapped with a Glock, some rock in my socks. Started selling
rocks because the scent was kind of hot. Sold a hundred, hundred packs of zanex.
One short, hundred pack to pop. Thirty round on that F and A, it’s actually
not a Glock. My sell was wine, my scare was dying. Took the battery out my
watch, I’m still serving. Still, still
Still servin, still servin
They say that I be rapping like I’m still serving em out my magnums,
still serving em out magnums
He say that he a gangsta, but I heard a nigga smacked him