Still

Lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y] (Yeah) (Yeah) Know I got a lighter 'round here somewhere (Yeah) (Jets at Life) And it's still Jets at your motherfuckin'— Homie, come up out it, that's— Ask yo girl who she rep, she say—, yeah [Verse 1: Curren$y] About to land jets on some suckas houses Homie, come up out it, that's our 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 smokers, 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 pyjamas, when she visit me, her friends fall through With all of that over talking, baller stalkin', searchin' for eye contact So they could double back, and that's G When I have some time free, but honestly Building this empire taking a lot of me It will be worth it though, shit good right now You find my lighter, and my grinder, it'll be perfect, hoe And it's still And it's still Jets at your motherfuckin' [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 all, I ain't tripping, I just re-up She thought real niggas 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, smokin' and chillin' 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 focus on writing raps and chopping spinach Can I get a witness to this G shit that I'm spitting At will, it's still It's still Jets at your motherfuckin'— Already, uh [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 niggas change, you ain't nothin' like them So I got her high as hell, I'm talkin' 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 live where I live They couldn't walk a mile in these Jordans number tens And I got that shit off, like thank you, come again Such a scary risk, but that risk got me rich So neat with my cash, boy,that's word to Money Mitch I swear I'm 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 And It's still Jets at your motherfuckin'—