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still - lil raider lyrics

[hook: a*wax]
and we got it for the low still
anything you need
heavyweight: evander holyfield
i know you wish i was broke still
he ain’t bout that life, talkin like he want that smoke still
bout that paper, she a ho still
nother day, another dope deal
i feel the same way as all my bros feel
ain’t no callin it off, it’s a ghost deal
go…
[verse 1: a*wax]
anyway, we see him, it’s a green light
pull up at the red light, see him it’s a green light
ar*15 got a scope and got a green light
fore i went to war i had to go and get my green right
she don’t know it but i’m trappin out my ex spot
gamblin on madden lost 1,000 on an xbox
everything i got i had to pull it out of rex pockets
i thought i could teach you how to hustle, but i guess not

[hook: a*wax]
used to have a closet full of d*ckies
now it’s louis, gucci, fendi, jordans; h*lla picky
you gon break your back tryna ball and sell lil 50s
watchin out for rats with all my pockets full of crispies
and we got it for the low still
anything you need
heavyweight: evander holyfield
i know you wish i was broke still
he ain’t bout that life, talkin like he want that smoke still

[verse 2: lil raider]
uhh…we gettin money
f*ck the police, we gon add it up
i know these suckas wishin i was dead, down, and out of luck
still got the plug on 36, come and f*ck with us
supply is on demand, i swear these d*boys lovin us
the b*tch is still hoeing, collecting from all our customers
bustin on these suckas if they really want funk with us
how you go to war and you broke? that ain’t no hustla
like shadow say, we deep in the game, no sleep in the game
they muggin us
the system tryna take us down, the government done f*cked us up
in the middle of a war tryna treat us like a dirty sl*t
there ain’t no love where i’m from like a dirty gun
these bullets weigh a ton and hitting anything that run
if you run we still gon hit you, ar*15 with the beam, we ain’t gon miss you
we press the issue…crease em up like a pair of d*ckies
i’m way too smart, believe it or not just like ripleys
[hook: a*wax]
used to have a closet full of d*ckies
now it’s louis, gucci, fendi, jordans; h*lla picky
you gon break your back tryna ball and sell lil 50s
watchin out for rats with all my pockets full of crispies
and we got it for the low still
anything you need
heavyweight: evander holyfield
i know you wish i was broke still
he ain’t bout that life, talkin like he want that smoke still

[verse 3: shadow]
everybody knows that it’s a cold world
thuggin, keep it trappin, and you scatter when that chrome burst
suckers steady dissin, b*tches listen when the flows hurt
then they try to switch it, lie to kick it, but i’m no sir
that don’t work, go soul search, but won’t lurk on his own turf
for once up in your life, thug it right and do your own dirt
you’ve shown skirt, that’s b*tch made
i’ve seen them try to pimp hate
but i scoped him out a while ago, about 100 miles ago
bro, i’ont know, some live untrue
some under talk and ridicule
they sit and trya get at you…n*gga that’s what b*tches do
it’s him and you and her and them
the murmuring is worsening
i’m seeing through your serpent skin
my murder men are circling
your perpin again ain’t workin again
i lurk in a den of merciless men that served in the pen
that’ll merk to defend with urgent intent, “so turn and descend”
learn or pretend you got some sense
my dominance is obvious
the confidence of struggles won
i’m prominent in gutter slums and ghettos
rebel minnded
bet you’re blinded when i’m shinin
i’m a diamond that you won’t find in any climate, and that’s unbiased
cause my sk!lls for themself
i spill it just how it’s felt
i k!ll it don’t need no help
and now you feelin it yoself
[hook: a*wax]
used to have a closet full of d*ckies
now it’s louis, gucci, fendi, jordans; h*lla picky
you gon break your back tryna ball and sell lil 50s
watchin out for rats with all my pockets full of crispies
and we got it for the low still
anything you need
heavyweight: evander holyfield
i know you wish i was broke still
he ain’t bout that life, talkin like he want that smoke still

[outro]
another day another dope deal

- lil raider lyrics

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