Ryan Lomonaco - Still (Remix) (Feat. Hustle) lyrics

(Lomo) Sittin' back, chillin', as I f**in' spit Mixin' tracks, thrillin', that's my stunnin' gift Spittin' fast, drillin' raps, rhymes comin' quick Gettin' stacks, buildin' as time's runnin' b**h I'm easin' brains with each each insane rhyme my playful Mind writes, dreams and pain make lines fatal I grind and don't need a cane, cause I'm able To reach the game and keep the same design, change'll Make me slow, just know, I don't go slower Than planes, I grow until no man's over I won't blow nothin', unless it's my composure Or minds, I show emotion like a loner I'm just a stoner who lives puffin' weed at night Never sober, I want this dream and write 'til my motor dies and stops bustin' heat in mics But I'm solar powered, nothin' beats my fight I'm the one in the chamber, just waitin to be shot These haters ain't tamers, I'm breakin through these locks Gettin' greater, as they hatin', do we stop? We rap 'til we major, makin tunes, each hot Enough to melt the dirt, rhymes get dealt to hurt Wit no help i work by myself, each verse Attacks and jeers, then blasts off, fast, it clears The atmosphere, so as you hear, you at-mos-fear Still writin' everyday so I can keep thrillin' Still hoppin' on beats, bustin' raps, then refillin' Still sittin' back, puffin' weed and chillin' Hopin' I can get to the top, Lord willin' (Hustle) Elevated to a higher elevation Law less with sanctions Withdrawal less, l'm banking All this I'm thinking Thoughts will outrank em Hydroplaning on some high terrain while others claims is sanking Dreams smaller than planktons, I see why they be planking They be talkin bs, I hear it stanking Smeagle rollin regal lord they feeble for the rings Think as eagles not with egos use the ethos of the kings They been royally rick rolled, of spoils and rich souls They stay with intense tolls and they neva gonna give you up So I'm never giving in I play to win and that's what's up I fill my cup and drink abrupt I fire up and then erupt Rupture the scene, frontier the green I just levitate my averages till they see what I mean cha ching From all my captions I be cashing out Still bring the message like Muhammad on my Ca**ius route If you ain't notice mane Lomo N Hustle be the names that be runnin the game Under the rooftop until we stand atop of the building We on the rise don't patch the ceiling Still writin' everyday so I can keep thrillin' Still hoppin' on beats, bustin' raps, then refillin' Still sittin' back, puffin' weed and chillin' Hopin' I can get to the top, Lord willin' Still writin' everyday so I can keep thrillin' Still hoppin' on beats, bustin' raps, then refillin' Still sittin' back, puffin' weed and chillin' Hopin' I can get to the top, Lord willin' (Lomo) It's amusin' how I got you in such a soothin Mood, i'm movin everyday, n never cruisin I'm provin n improvin n never losin Abusin mics like Bobby Brown when he was usin Growin daily, more and more rappers hittin me up And more hate me, but i'm not givin a f** Nothin phase me or make me quit in a tough Time, they made me and gave me ambition to cut Those who strain me, lazy ain't me, I'm spittin so much Nothin tasty lately, my mouth's beginnin to rust Continue your hustle, and juggle, all of your troubles Hit this blunt a couple times to make your pain more subtle I'll just keep goin hard, like i'm always gettin bo*ers Flowin bars, showin are sk**, so you listen over We tryna be blowin far, we ain't shiftin lower Not slowin our grind, as we keep inchin closer Still writin' everyday so I can keep thrillin' Still hoppin' on beats, bustin' raps, then refillin' Still sittin' back, puffin' weed and chillin' Hopin' I can get to the top, Lord willin' Still writin' everyday so I can keep thrillin' Still hoppin' on beats, bustin' raps, then refillin' Still sittin' back, puffin' weed and chillin' Hopin' I can get to the top, Lord willin'