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GREASY 04:39
Still Still Still Still Still Still Still gon’ get ‘em if need be Pull up and serve ‘em neatly If man wanna get sleazy Hop out and do ‘em greasy I don’t wanna get mixy They claim gang when it’s sticky She wanna hang but it’s risky Can’t tell who tryna get me Yeah, yeah, take it away I’m keeping my demons awake And never could give it a break Moving like “fuck it”, like nothing at stake Got so much to set on my plate One of y’all try to cross, I swear to God I’ll put you in heavenly state Yeshua open the gates Served ‘em so many verses, truth in my service Guess who they thumping, yeah I’ll let you in the circus, we draw the curtains Fuck up the function, yeah They don’t feed me with purpose, I’ve been observant Living for one thing, yeah Turned an angel to a petty king Let my evil do the settling Block to block I done made ‘em bop Who that nigga saying he gon’ let it ring Still keep steppin’ in your house I’ve been fucking up your couch We done heard it all, lotta who is whos Still can’t figure what you’re about I call death to the posers Feed man straight to the vultures Gotta keep ten codes for the folder Never keep none tucked in a holster Cuz they all gon’ claim say who colder But these fools ain’t never gon’ roll up Say he been in the field like soldiers Never carried no weight on your shoulders Never kept eyes out for the stoners Who could’ve been murked if you never stayed sober Don’t talk to me, I mean honestly I’m an anomaly, around you wannabes Lotta hands out when it pans out But truly, don’t need your camaraderie To the rest of y’all who just watch ‘em bozos Fuck it, don’t even acknowledge me This the energy I might’ve needed to channel my demons And cook up some more of these I play forever so I don’t be politicking With you niggas who only around for a season Can’t be passing out the shit that I’m chiefin’ Know they scheming, all that faking, I peep it Fuck you niggas, I don’t owe you a reason This hustle been solo, don’t question who keep it So many checks I want to run through Shawty wanna see what a rude boi do She wanna link and freak it, yeah Truly, I wanna sleep instead Stack up and back to sleeping, yeah I wanna see my people fed Boo bae, you know you tweaking, yeah I don’t pose for the fame and the cam I do whatever’s needed, yeah Stay dangerous for the fam I got love for my ghetto bitch But I ain’t never wanna settle quick Feel like niggas wanna get me clipped This ain’t how I’m tryna see us win Fuck it, let ‘em settle for the crumbs Best believe it’s back to going dumb Best believe it’s ‘bouta be a run They ain’t never gonna see me done Two ways you say this here could go Go cray or laid face flat by them hoes No yay, no dope, when I say I’ll wipe his nose Get ‘em served, what’s the word Nigga I’m living on code, for sho’ Little faith inside of me Questioning which heart is clean Told them there’s nothing to see Sheltering pieces of me Closing every door behind And keeping all my windows sealed Let my vices take the wheel And sharpen up this heart of steel So fuck it, I’m thugging They say they mobbing You hoes is just posing, quit fucking up my options I ain’t with the rara pull up say, “hoe, what’s poppin’?” Did him dirty in the streets now we got ‘em mopping Believe me, I’m still moving so freely Posted at all functions completely Solo and my location easy Hit my line for whatever reason Run this here like I run the stages Old shit still could sweep up your latest Still can’t do what I did in basements Dem man signify what a waste is Yeah, yeah, issa lotta hype We ain’t never been afraid of what you moving like Say you certified but we don’t know about your type Your loud mouth the type to get wiped Yeah, yeah, check my streaks Too many dubs and that’s never been a lie He backstabbed tryna get a piece of mine Now we speak about that man in past tense I don’t fold, I don’t bend Not for show, can’t pretend Fuck your folks, fuck your ends Lotta woes, can’t amend Crossing lines, not again Fool me once, pardon him Fool me twice, grace your sin Poke a third, smoke your worth Speak so loosely so they see we goofy This sound groovy but he still unruly Life move smoothly when you cut ties, truly Spin your ends so many times I’m whoozy Still gon’ get ‘em if need be Pull up and serve ‘em neatly If man wanna get sleazy Hop out and do ‘em greasy I don’t wanna get mixy They claim gang when it’s sticky She wanna hang but it’s risky Can’t tell who tryna get me Yeah, yeah, sailing away I’m keeping my demons awake And never could give it a break Moving like “fuck it”, like nothing at stake Got so much to set on my plate One of y’all try to cross I swear to God I’ll put you in heavenly state Yeshua open the gates
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Still Still Still Still Still Still Still gon' get 'em if need be Pull up and serve 'em neatly If man wanna get sleazy Hop out and do 'em greasy I don't wanna get mixy They claim gang when it's sticky She wanna hang but it's risky Can't tell who tryna get me Yeah, yeah, take it away I'm keeping my demons awake And never could give it a break Moving like, like nothing at stake Got so much to set on my plate One of y'all try to cross, I swear to God I'll put you in heavenly state Yeshua open the gates Served 'em so many verses, truth in my service Guess who they thumping, yeah I'll let you in the circus, we draw the curtains The function, yeah They don't feed me with purpose, I've been observant Living for one thing, yeah Turned an angel to a petty king Let my evil do the settling Block to block I done made 'em bop Who that saying he gon' let it ring Still keep steppin' in your house I've been up your couch We done heard it all, lotta who is whos Still can't figure what you're about I call death to the posers Feed man straight to the vultures Gotta keep ten codes for the folder Never keep none tucked in a holster Cuz they all gon' claim say who colder But these fools ain't never gon' roll up Say he been in the field like soldiers Never carried no weight on your shoulders Never kept eyes out for the stoners Who could've been murked if you never stayed sober Don't talk to me, I mean honestly I'm an anomaly, around you wannabes Lotta hands out when it pans out But truly, don't need your camaraderie To the rest of y'all who just watch 'em bozos Don't even acknowledge me This the energy I might've needed to channel my demons And cook up some more of these I play forever so I don't be politicking With you who only around for a season Can't be passing out the _ that I'm chiefin' Know they scheming, all that faking, I peep it I don't owe you a reason This hustle been solo, don't question who keep it So many checks I want to run through Shawty wanna see what a rude boi do She wanna link and freak it, yeah Truly, I wanna sleep instead Stack up and back to sleeping, yeah I wanna see my people fed Boo bae, you know you tweaking, yeah I don't pose for the fame and the cam I do whatever's needed, yeah Stay dangerous for the fam I got love for my ghetto But I ain't never wanna settle quick Feel like wanna get me clipped This ain't how I'm tryna see us win Let 'em settle for the crumbs Best believe it's back to going dumb Best believe it's 'bouta be a run They ain't never gonna see me done Two ways you say this here could go Go cray or laid face flat by them No, no, when I say I'll wipe his nose Get 'em served, what's the word I'm living on code, for sho' Little faith inside of me Questioning which heart is clean Told them there's nothing to see Sheltering pieces of me Closing every door behind And keeping all my windows sealed Let my vices take the wheel And sharpen up this heart of steel So I'm thugging They say they mobbing You is just posing, quit up my options I ain't with the rara pull up say, "what's poppin'?" Did him dirty in the streets now we got 'em mopping Believe me, I'm still moving so freely Posted at all functions completely Solo and my location easy Hit my line for whatever reason Run this here like I run the stages Still could sweep up your latest Still can't do what I did in basements Dem man signify what a waste is Yeah, yeah, issa lotta hype We ain't never been afraid of what you moving like Say you certified but we don't know about your type Your loud mouth the type to get wiped Yeah, yeah, check my streaks Too many dubs and that's never been a lie He backstabbed tryna get a piece of mine Now we speak about that man in past tense I don't fold, I don't bend Not for show, can't pretend Your folks, your ends Lotta woes, can't amend Crossing lines, not again Fool me once, pardon him Fool me twice, grace your sin Poke a third, smoke your worth Speak so loosely so they see we goofy This sound groovy but he still unruly Life move smoothly when you cut ties, truly Spin your ends so many times I'm whoozy Still gon' get 'em if need be Pull up and serve 'em neatly If man wanna get sleazy Hop out and do 'em greasy I don't wanna get mixy They claim gang when it's sticky She wanna hang but it's risky Can't tell who tryna get me Yeah, yeah, sailing away I'm keeping my demons awake And never could give it a break Moving like, like nothing at stake Got so much to set on my plate One of y'all try to cross I swear to God I'll put you in heavenly state Yeshua open the gates

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released January 23, 2024

Singing & vocals: Selassie Drah & Summer Breaking

Music: Eyram Drah

Lyrics: Selassie Drah

Drums: Eyram Drah

Recording engineer: Selassie Drah, Summer Breaking, & Slyah

Mixing engineer: Selassie Drah

Mastering engineer: Selassie Drah

Mastering second engineer: Eyram Drah & Slyah

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