Still - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Enrgy made this one)

Yeah, alright

[Chorus]

I done drunk all my drank, got me fiendin'

Exotic 'bows in the crib got the whole house reekin'

I was bored, so I went to the 'Set to shop at Neiman's

Just bought a new Draco, been waitin' to use it, give me a reason

I've been doin' good, but I ain't gon' lie, I been fightin' demons

A lot done changed from my past, but my phone steady ringin'

We still ride with dirty straps that ain't legal

I still fuck with the same group of niggas, I ain't leave 'em

[Verse]

If you ain't get the picture yet, I ain't changed up

The only thing changed is the fame and my pape' up

Give me a 'script of ninety pills, I might sell 'em all and take one

Right now I'm smokin' high tolerance and yes, I still fuck with A1

Five different flavors in this blunt, this bitch potent

I ain't even hit the blunt twice, got me chokin'

I got ten grams stuffed in this Fronto leaf

You have to pop a pill or do some dope, you think you high as me

A deuce of Morton in this twenty-ounce got me fightin' my sleep

The last nigga that was actin' tough, had him coppin' a plea

Lookin' at surveillance cameras, I don't watch TV

I'm protected by G-O-D and this Glock with me

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The way the fiends be shootin' up in they veins, you would think they took phlebotomy

I got a bitch that's a Taurus, no astrology

I'll tell a nigga, "Fuck you, go and die" with no apology

You wanna beef with me, you better go and get your obituary ready

Hopped off the porch at sixteen, I was never scared

Graduated at eighteen, after that, I was servin' Sherry

Before they had exotic weed, I was smokin' Larry

Yeah, I still keep the best weed

I'm still hustlin', only difference, now I don't deal with dope fiends

I'm still drinkin' lean and still won't buy it if it ain't got no codeine

I'm still smokin' out the 'bow and pourin' pints, hope I don't OD

Still in the hood, so this chain on my neck is a trophy

Still always remember what my mama told me

I'll never steal, but I'll take your shit, well, that's the old me

I'll steel on a pussy-ass nigga that try to hold me

Yeah, I think you get the picture now

I don't give a fuck where I'm at, see somethin' fishy, I'm whippin' pistol out

Asked my nephew if he had that bitch on him, he whipped nickel out

Spin the block, see an opp walkin' in the crib, I might riddle the house