Young Roddy - Still lyrics

[Intro : Curren$y] Homie come up outta this Ask yo girl who she rep she say 'yeah' [Verse 1 : Curren$y] About to land jets on some s**ers houses Homie come up outta that side sh** You call your girl crib In the background she bumping my sh** You mad I'm at the crib cutting open vacuum bags Pouring some of that potent For the true smoking sh** 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 around me make her slippery Sexy pajamas when she visit me Her friends fall through, with all of that Over talking, baller stalking, searchin for eye contact So they could double back and ask G When I have some time free, but honestly Building this empire taking a lot of me It will be worth it though, sh** good right now you find my lighter And my grinder it'll be perfect ho And it's still, and it's still jets at yo motherf**in [Verse 2 : Trademark Da Skydiver] As I stand here, g'd up from the feet up Paper on my mind, my chick scrolling that weed up Baby smoke it up, I ain't tripping I just reupped She thought real n***as 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 Of better living, fatter pockets, prettier women Super sticky weed I'm puffing layed up in the villa South beach suite metropole smoking and chilling Waiting on my b**h to come through with some more k**er Hit her with the D now she in love with the villain But my mind focus on writing raps and chopping spinach Can I get a witness to this g sh** that I'm spitting At will, it's still, it's still, jets at yo motherf**in Already [Verse 3 : Young Roddy] Ok, girl, where shall I begin? I told her about my lifestyle she said I'm all in She say most n***as change you ain't nothing like them So I got her high as hell, I'm talking above the rim But I never cared, mama blow it in the wind Ain't too much changed since back then But now I got a couple different ways to make my ends They wouldn't last a minute if they'd live where I live They couldn't walk a mile in these jordans number 10's And I got that sh** off like thank you come again Such a scary risk but that risk got me rich So need what my cash for that's word to money mitch I swear im bound to break that bed when I get it in Haters know the set that I rep to the end It's crazy I keep hearing voices in my ear, telling me to get paid My reply bet I will and it's still, it's still