STILL
I don't give a got damn, fuck, shit STILL
ADHD man I can't sit STILL
Yeah, I get it back from the west mang STILL
Yeah, I smoke blunts got chest pains STILL
Niggas hated on me when I showed love STILL
Whippin' that wheel when I roll up STILL
Yeah, I rep Free Reign STILL
I'm a dope ass mothafucka STILL
Niggas say they down for life
But a couple of em went ghost on me, that's real
Not too many kept the shit real
So when time come to level up
I'm only bringing with me that real
How I feel?
Ima need that water distilled
Staying hydrated I will
Praying for my people in withdrawals that been fighting off chills
I'm just tryna withdraw big bills
Gotta get it, get it
Yeah I'm talking Buffalo Bills
Saying what the fuck that I want, I WILL
Really don't have no chill
In the field like daffodils
Gettin money through the iPhone STILL
Got a lot of pain that time don't heal
You been making moves that I don't feel
Hang around you man?
I won't chill
All of this time I could've spent on me
For all of this money that can't see
You fast food you get it to-go
You mixing the highs and feeling the lows
Still I
Can't sit still
I got no chill
I feel like I'm too real
Like, I'm too ill
I still never pop a pill, that shit get too real
I still do shit for the thrill, spark up anywhere i go
Need it for the low
Keep that on the low
I know, I been going green
I can't fuck wit snow
I know I can't fuck with lean
Man I'll put on a show
That's fa sure
Might be superman
I might kick in your door
STILL
I don't give a got damn, fuck, shit STILL
Niggas feeding in to the fuck shit STILL
Giving handouts out I'm reluctant STILL
They don't fuck with you how you fuck with them
Cause niggas ain't gracious STILL
I am way too impatient STILL
I been waiting for "thank you's" STILL
Give an inch and they talkin 'bout an acre STILL
STILL
Times that a nigga wanna steal
Times that I really shouldn't be behind the wheel
Times that I'm trippin, really don't know how to feel
Times that I wonder how we all don't wanna kill
Times that I wonder how we keep from going under
So we turning to the bottle and marijuana to chill
Times that we living in like everybody giving in
Adderall and Ritalin, but we not supposed to sit
Still I can't sit still, I got no chill
I feel like I'm too real
Like, I'm too ill
I still never pop a pill, that shit get too real
I still do shit for the thrill, spark up anywhere I go
Need it for the low
Keep that on the low
I know, I been going green
I can't fuck with snow
I know I can't fuck with lean
Man I'll put on a show
That's fa sure
Might be superman
I might kick in your door