lirik lagu stilljxmmy – what’s the jist
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eyy, yoo, what’s up with him
see that lil n-gg- they call him stilljxm
mikey the carpenter up in this b-tch
means i’m the furnisher up on the beat
pull up to the scene with a football team
couple of n-gg-s avoiding a celly, i dont talk business when i’m on the celly
rap for that gucci, that louis, that fendi
maybe that bentley, that lambo, that rari, p-ss it to theo, we off like safari
working up late, getting mulla, i’m that joyner, keep it a 100
split with the team, back chasing money
don’t be surprised if we lookin’ funny
only dress up for the function and mami’s
actin a fool, with evil-ish mandates
told her i’m likin’ her white chocolate, she gave me that pierre marcolini, i do this with ease you can call me a geeenie
just like aladdin, had me a jasmine from brussels, i lost it all
tho’ i, still got the castle, castilly rock with a couple of damsels
lannister rich man you can’t even fathom
used to get dope by the mu’f-ckin’ sack
couple keys in the back of the back, malu he told me i best watch my back
listened to biggie’s commandments on crack, n-body knew we was always prepared, my brother got caught but they said it was me
smell was enough, to charge for possesion, they got to testin, mama was stressin
but i cam back with a h-ll of a message, me and my g’s together like lean and the sprite
k!ller instinct got me up all night
paranoia don’t dspark that yet
tired of livin’, paycheck to paycheck, out of the shack, move to a penthouse
buy the apartments, house all my n-gg-s, meantime we ballin’ like shaq, faaacts!
forefather all in my wallet, dewad presidents buried inside of my pocket
see them lil n-gg-s, see them pickpockets, dividens up in a locker
i am the youngest mu’f-cker, tell em don’t k!ll em with kindness
just leave a few less stiches, cop a sword and call it kindess, leave a few n-gg-s up in a ditch, yeah
f-ck a hakuna matata, i’m goin’ in. (phew!, pow, pow, pow, pow
itr’s goin’ down, tiiimbeeeeer, one of mufasa’s, simbaaaa, eyyy !!
heard there’s a rumble, tryna reduce all the fumbles
youngest pele with the p-ss, no wait. ebu sit doen relax
me i’m jut tellin you all of the facts
word to my n-gg-s in ghana, india and southside of africa where
i know a couple of n-gg-s, speaking that tsana, n if u stutter
you know, just like a lil, bitty, bitty, bi-b-tch
don’t hesitate you get beat quick
they don’t comprende that ” sorry, man, hey i just don’t understand”
maaaaan, f-ck outta here fam, lemme switch up to a different subject
no, not about them fiscular budgets
yeah i’m talkin’ bout her physical -ssets
couple of bad and they fre-kie
i seen a few n-gg-s they twe-kin’
hol’ up, wait, ring, ring
pick up the phone it’s your peng ting
tryna get bread for the bredrins
hear all my thought like the bare dreams
scale up the mountain like bear grills
prolly spend racks on a gold grill
man i been trill, so don’t speak ill, we tryna win
but the game’s rigged, u just it still
while we count bills, no tip drills
just cheap thrills, and a couple of verses to spill, spill
these n-gg-s that ain’t real, real
switch up on boys like a dunhill
so i choose wisely just to move quietly, now they been askin who murdering tracks
it’s a lotta verses like dead bodies, that’s for everybody
but you don’t know me so w-ssup homie ?
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