Russ – Still lyrics

Still gettin’ hate, but my mind so still
Still right here, standin’ up real still
Still love the game, all them points, yeah, still
Still got a hungover like I’m tryna steal
Ooh (Yeah, fuck yall), still (I’m still here bitch)
Ooh (Yeah), still (Come on)
Listen

Still got my publishing, plus my masters
Everything else is just fuckin’ backwards
Bad bitches fall in love with bum rappers
Girl, you got finessed, I can’t fuck after
‘Cause what will that make me?
If I pay you attention, what would that pay me?
I need AEG to send me eighty beats
I need to not get pulled over by APD, damn

Still gettin’ hate, but my mind so still
Still right here, standin’ up real still
Still love the game, all them points, yeah, still
Still got a hungover like I’m tryna steal
Ooh (Yeah, fuck yall), still (I’m still here bitch)
Ooh (Yeah), still
Let me talk my shit (Come on, yeah)

Still don’t care about expentages
Mailbox money, tune core, ten figures
Ten bitches mad at me, I’m downplayin’ (I am)
Your whole life is my down payment (Shit)
My house maintenance could buy your last name
Known in the city like I sold out [?]
Go by Russ, I don’t need a rap name (I don’t)
I’m down to fuck up, I don’t need to pass blame (Come on)
Drunk off my life ’til the point that I pass out
Still rollin’ dice all night, just like CashApp
Bettin’ on me, I’m the dealer, I’m the stackhouse
North Carolina to Atlanta, Jerry Stackhouse
Your dream girl’s here, I’m ’bout to blow her back out
Your dream world’s here, you just never pulled the map out
But I did, I’m findin the high shit, be cool
Let them act up, play themself, be a fool
Yeah, I’m still

Still gettin’ hate, but my mind so still
Still right here, standin’ up real still
Still love the game, all them points, yeah, still
Still got a hungover like I’m tryna steal
Ooh (Yeah, fuck yall), still (I’m still here bitch)
Ooh (Yeah), still (Come on, yeah)

Racks in the middle, shoutout UPS
You be mad, that’s ’cause you be stressed
Yeah