Still lyrics

[Intro]
OG Parker
Hoes that fold on me
A lot of bros that's told on me
I guess their true colors showed on me
It's the life I chose homie

[Chorus]
Still walking 'round like a lick, still hundred thousand my wrist
Still putting on my sh*t, still having hoes in the six
Still having hoes that wasn't sh*t, still ridin' 'round with the stick
Still ridin' 'round with the zip, still ridin' 'round with the fifth
Still ridin' 'round with the killers, still in the trap
Still in the hood where it's good, still tryna stuff a backwood
Still out up to no good, still had to do what I could
Still gon' drop my drip, still gon' pop my trip
Still gon' keep sh*t real, still gon' pop my seal

[Verse 1]
I walk around in Buscemi, still got it locked in these streets
My daddy forgot I was breathing, still learned a lot from the streets
We had to trap, had to scheme, get that sh*t by any means
I'm having pointers on me, still make this sh*t winter and spring
Pull up in something, all these hoes fiend
Diamonds on me antifreeze, yeah, I might pipe up on the scene, yeah
She pull up in that new demon, her attitude mean, yeah
Had to turn nothing to something, the f*ck do you mean, yeah
n*ggas putting but they ain't doing sh*t
f*ck you putting on for if you ain't have sh*t?
I just want the wealth, n*gga did it by myself
Can't no f*ck n*gga ever say they gave me sh*t
Only the real relate, I'm tryna fill my plate
Living every day like the sweepstakes, kinda like killing sh*t every day