Kashtides - Still

I swear these man want strife
Fuck the beef, get right
I make sure that everyone nice
4 Gs, no phone on the flight
Good times don't got no price
She keen, but these beats are my only type
Married the game, that's my only wife
So I carry the flame, and this green in my pocket
Keep bro in the loop like Sonic
They know the game move fast
Don't trap but I'm selling these raps
On a run, yeah I'm doing up laps
Buried treasure, that's under my hat
Bars gold, now she running back
I can't put my ex on the map
Same way, these feds get attached
No way they'll give man a pass
You know how it goes when you're black
Second class, I'll just keep it a stack
True say, I ain't trying to get bagged, it's mad
Cah I keep low-key, stay put in the lab
But they on smoke, ain't waving a flag
Hold my peace, and I pray that it last
How can I speak, that's deep, don't ask
On the two-way, buss joke, my stance
What you telling me, my bro give thanks
Got another day in the bank, so we make bank
Put together these hands
Stretch the time like we stretch these bands
But they don't understand

Still trying to stack these Ps
Still trying to buss my Gs
Still high, been twisting up trees
Still a peng ting on my sleeve
Still want the Range, no lease
Still open up doors, no keys
Still hunting my dargs, no peace
Still mad, that's actual grief

Still trying to stack these Ps
Still trying to buss my Gs
Still high, been twisting up trees
Still a peng ting on my sleeve
Still want the Range, no lease
Still open up doors, no keys
Still hunting my dargs, no peace
Still mad, that's actual grief

Touch mic, now they showing me love
Earn stripes, yeah I'm feeling a buzz
Spit dope, swear I give 'em a rush
Dropped bars and she started to blush
Wise words, yeah I'm dropping them jewels
Most learning outside of the school
Get mine, mom ain't raising a fool
Skip lines, said I'm cutting the queue
On the clock, I ain't hitting the snooze
Need the drop, and the house with a view
Fold the top, origami the coupe
Buy the block, and I share all the loot
Haters watch, got em looking like Scrooge
Smoking loud, had to put em on mute
Writing flame, let it cook in the booth
Done the rounds, and this music the proof
Yeah
Cah they ain't got juice like me
I labour for these fruits I see
It took time, had to water these seeds
We all growing at different speeds
How you grow when your flaws run deep?
They like roots, I plant my feet
I gotta make papes, it don't grow on trees

Still trying to stack these Ps
Still trying to buss my Gs
Still high, been twisting up trees
Still a peng ting on my sleeve
Still want the Range, no lease
Still open up doors, no keys
Still hunting my dargs, no peace
Still mad, that's actual grief

Still trying to stack these Ps
Still trying to buss my Gs
Still high, been twisting up trees
Still a peng ting on my sleeve
Still want the Range, no lease
Still open up doors, no keys
Still hunting my dargs, no peace
Still mad, that's actual grief

Written by:
Miles Warner

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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