Still riding still rhyming not retiring keep firing
Still riding still rhyming not retiring keep firing

See I’m a stud dammit you’re just a cloth hanger
You ain’t a tough gangster ain’t got no club bangers
Ain’t crossed the border silly you just got a lot of anger
Never showed a lot of manners never hold or cocked a hammer
I’m a squad commander you’re too much propaganda
You’re just a nut pretender you we will not remember
I’m the reason it’s hot in December
I’m the reason it’s hard to keep a positive temper
I’m the one who stops laughter if it’s rooms I enter
Yeah it’s shot on cameras witnessed by bystanders
Simple but never standard spray sun like Jill Sanders
Been received on all channels and radio antennas
They won’t have us Europeans go backwards
I manage mics I’m a master’s master I will damage
Holding some real status, most of y’all still average
You know my style caddish, slim but feel fattish

We stay on top with the sound that we bring
Some want us out but we’re not leaving
We still riding we still rhyming
For sure we’re not retiring as long we keep firing
We stay on top with the sound that we bring
Some want us out but we’re never leaving
We still riding we still rhyming
For sure we’re not retiring as long we keep firing
I got access to more privilege, I’m stacked with more ribbons
Walk around with a Jesus syndrome I’ve shown symptoms
Soon I got four siblings, warning got more business
To do with this mad world I’m absorbing the more vicious
It’s best you start trembling threats I’m not sending
Press and stock handling serve like I’m bartending
Doubts ‘ll cost seconds and seconds I’m not having
Kid stick out your chest I will carve a “S” in
I gave warning they ignored now they lost the essence
They got a wrong impression I’ve seen the raw perception
I mean things ain’t gonna change I will start confessing
Philosophic during sparking sessions high on green