Yeah….Still gettin’ hate, but my mind so stillStill right here, standin’ up real stillStill love the game more than points, yeah, stillStill got a hunger like I’m tryna stealOoh (Yeah, f**k y’all), still (Still here, bi**h)Ooh (Yeah), still (Come on, listen, yeah)Still got my publishing plus my masters (I do)Anything else is just f**kin’ backwards (It is)Bad bi**hes fall in love with bum rappersGirl, you got finessed, I can’t f**k after‘Cause what would that make me?If I pay you attention, what would that pay me?I need AEG to send me eighty B’sI need to not get pulled over by APD, damnStill gettin’ hate, but my mind so still (Yeah)Still right here, standin’ up real still (Still)Still love the game more than points, yeah, still (Yup)Still got a hunger like I’m tryna stealOoh (Yeah, f**k y’all), still (Still here, bi**h)Ooh (Yeah), still (Let me talk my shit, come on, come on, yeah)Still don’t care about expenditures (Nah)
Mailbox money, Tunecore, ten figures (M’s)Ten bi**hes mad at me, I’m downplayin’ (I am)Your whole life is my down payment (Sheesh)My house maintenance could buy your last name (Hah)Known in the city like I sold out Chastain (Big time)Go by Russ, I don’t need a rap name (I don’t)I’m down to f**k up, I don’t need to pass blame (Come on)Drunk off my life ’til the point that I pass out (Yeah)Still rollin’ dice all night ’til I cash out (Yeah)Bettin’ on me, I’m the dealer, I’m the stacked houseNorth Carolina to Atlanta, Jerry StackhouseYour dream girl’s here, I’m ’bout to blow her back outYour dream world’s here, you just never pulled the map outBut I did, I’m findin’ that I should be coolLet them act up, play themselves, be a fool, yeah, I’m stillStill gettin’ hate, but my mind so still (Yeah)Still right here, standin’ up real still (Still)Still love the game more than points, yeah, still (Yup)Still got a hunger like I’m tryna stealOoh (Yeah, f**k y’all), still (Still here, bi**h)Ooh (Yeah), still (Come on)Plaques in the mail, shout out UPSYou be mad, that’s ’cause you be stressedHaha, yeah