Текст песни Still - Maxo Kream

This a warnin' to all you haters out there
All those people that hate Maxo, man
You are like shit, blood is thicker than water
All these five fingers are not equal
This what they call Karma
What goes around, comes around
In this case, for Maxo
Chase the money, Chase the money
You gonna keep ballin'

Double decker doors and sold out shows (Uh huh)
Still bustdown 'bows and bustdown hoes (Hoes)
Still setting up traps and lending out packs (What)
Still hearing choppers, MACs, and .45 gats (Grr, du-du)
Gettin' paid off raps but still tote straps (Trap)
But I'll still rob the plug, he better not tax (Gimme that)
Remember hand-me-down clothes, I ain't had shit (Maxo)
And I'm fuckin' up racks, hit up Saks Fifth (Maxo, Maxo)
Still totin' Glocks, still TECs, necks, hand chops (Uh)
Still fuck the opps, still 10110 Murder Blocc (For real)
Still dodging cops
Still serving out the trap spot (Yew)
You can still shop, still molly, pot, crack rock (Ya dig)
Momma told me, chill 'cause I'm fighting all these felonies (Momma, what)

Still making deals, vacuum seals, what you telling me? (Hahaha)
Brand new crib in the Hills like Beverly
Still gangbang, I been cripping like the elderlies (For real)
Still hit a stain, take a chain, ain't no changing me (Uh)
Maxo C, still the flyest Crip you ever seen (What)
Fredo ain't dead, cuz still living through me (Yeah)
Still sippin' lean, take a bean with the codeine (Squad)
Still take you down for a pound, what they hit for? (Gimme that, gimme that)
Still move them bales, I be posted at the Citgo (Yeah)
Same clientele, more Js than a shoe store (Uh huh)

Hand-to-hand sales, passin' dimes like a Juco (Maxo)
Still sellin' you know what to you know who (To who?)
Law still on my ass, gotta watch my moves (Fuck 12)
I still sell a 4 like two times two (Uh huh)
Hit the pint two times and he still ain't moved (Bankroll)
Still free Lil' Jordan, still free Ike too (Bring it home)
Bro still doin' time, but he almost through
Still slide where Kream at, money mad, money do (Kream Clicc Gang)
Yeah, we still fightin' RICO, man, this shit ain't through (Gang, gang, gang)

Still Trigger Maxo, uh huh, muhfucka
Still ridin' through sprayin', just slayin' muhfucka (Uh huh)
Still don't like niggas, 3 Ks, Uncle Ruckus (Uh huh)
Put your homie in the ground and you still ain't touch us (Bow)
Still foreign parked at the Spice Lane, motherfucker (For real)
I ain't gotta shoot the steel, still whoop a motherfucker (Whoop your ass, lil' ho)

Yeah, a nigga still (Yeah, ho)
Still got a chopper too big to conceal (Hey, hey)
Still making deals, just signed me a deal (Trap, trap)
Signed to RCA, 1.5 mil (Rich)
Still selling dope, label like I need to chill (Uh huh)
Still repping 10110 Murder Blocc still (Uh)
Bitch call me Maxo, took it, that's still (Yeah, ho)
Come around the Hill, you get jacked like Jill (Gimme that)
Still stretch a pint, hit it with that Nyquil (Finesse)
80 grams of molly, still not high still (Uh huh)
Up for three days, doctor said I need a chill pill (What)
Pop another Percocet, that's a chill pill (Uh)

I don't know, man, I'm still, man
I'm still in here freestyling
I'm still fucked up off the Adderall, you know, man
I'm still fuckin' hoes, man, still rocking shows, man
Y'all know what the fuck goin' down, man
Maxo motherfuckin' C
I'm still here, I ain't going nowhere
My father was winning
And I'm winning
And now you, Maxo, you're winning still