Songtexte Still - Logan Bolt

This one's for the lil bro that been on the track, running slick shit since 05'
Pick me up a pack at the crib gettin' most high
I ain't never fuckin' with a bitch who say they don't lie
They ain't really wanna hit the gas 'til the 45. Come out
I sold my show out
I know that I boast when I'm lit, 4 ho's when I go out
Lil bro do not show out
A goat's in your presence
I hope that you don't like what you wrote cause I'm bettering that shit
And if you wanna beef better know I'm ready in a minute
Wanna resolve shit? Meet up with a spliff
I'm gon' take a hit we can consider it finished
But don't get in my way because I'm in this shit to win it
Yea yea
Raise me a toast
The game need a host
And I need me a rubber
Rick James with the hoes
Spit game for the bro's
So I could take 8 of 'em shipped to The Cayman's and buy em all 8 milli homes
Feel like I'm with Nicki got a super freaky girl
Hit up my jeweller like
"Petey I want pearls, bigger than the world need that shit now
Ion got time for referrals"
No
Still I got that 45.
Been on me since 09'
Claiming I'm the rock's king I was born in 05'
Treat it like it's boxing kick 'em out the O-Gon
Sonning all these offspring they won't get the co-sign
Talk about sig-figs Imma make 6 figures
I got tommy ford in it you got Tommy Hilfiger
Confidence of 4 winners, that shit make you more bitter?
Carrying more weight in the game than a fuckin' forklifter
I get so high that I cannot decipher the difference between real and fake on my own
All of my dawgs beside me so I ain't gon' like if I can't give no K's to my bros

Let's chill
I can't sit still
Cause we just burn and roll and burn 'til we don't feel real
Let's chill
I can't sit still
Cause we just burn and roll and burn 'til we don't feel real
Yea yea

Soon as I'm reaching my peak I'mma light up my dro and get high
Cause I ain't coming down
Running this shit ain't been nothing
Cause no one can fuck with the work that I been putting down
Shit was kinda lame in the game 'til I stepped in it
It ain't been the same since kinda like a pestilence
I don't wanna say it but I think I'm the best in it
All you do the same shit you can't top my excellence
Bitch she get the D til she dumb like tweedle
Steppin' up to me? You pussy like a kiegel ah
I been on the rock scene, all of you my offspring
Imma be the rocks king I ain't even legal
Wake up in the afternoon shit
Roll me a Dutch and I'm grinnin'
Huh
My girl she asked what I'm doing (Shit)
Cause she want the blunt and get lifted
It's lit
10 Months time reminiscing
On this shit
Bic flick gone off the spliff hit
Know this the anthem of divine, honey's listening
I kissed it, talking 'bout the doobie up on this lip
How you gon' hate when you ugly bitch
And never been close to no woman, shit
You ain't gon' make it no bitch you the fakest
And I'll forget you when I run this shit

Let's chill
I can't sit still
Cause we just burn and roll and burn 'til we don't feel real
Let's chill
I can't sit still
Cause we just burn and roll and burn 'til we don't feel real
Yea yea