Still on It - IshDARR, Tommy Boozewell

Canis

Hello?

Shit, let’s get it bro

Exactly, I just want to go get it

And we good then

Everything’s legit

And they don’t know me like they think they do

I’ve been tripping but I got to stay cool

My momma tell me son you got to be you-ou

Fuck the rumors but I already knew

And they don’t know me like they think they do

I’ve been tripping but I got to stay cool

My momma tell me son you got to be you-ou

A lot of dreams, Imma watch them come true

The ash is falling on the ground now

All quiet, tell them boys don’t make a sound now

A story ‘bout a nigga who been living wild

A good boy slowly turn into a wild child

Ducking school

Making money, I can do the trial

Ain’t nothing funny from my parents

Got to make it out

My momma need the money and

My pops need the crib

Couple grams in my pocket, trying to pay a couple bills

You ain’t got to give two shits, cause Imma make two mil (Canis)

That 414 native

Niggas hate it but they know still

IPhone writing raps until all of my notes filled

Impossible

Jumping through all these obstacles

Fuck, nigga my nigga, I need them dollars too

Fam don’t support, they only say that «I'm proud of you»

Old enough to know that I’m not interested in what they say

I‘m if you ain’t my pops or momma, fuck, nigga I don’t owe you

Me and Mac

The same vision

Getting scary, getting older

So, if it’s not you, then nobody really knows you right after high school

Pro-tools

Still on it

Even though we keep crashing

Guaranteed we still on it

Still on it, still on it, still on it

We still on it, still on it, still on it

And they don’t know me like they think they do

I’ve been tripping but I got to stay cool

My momma tell me son you got to be you-ou

Fuck the rumors but I already knew

And they don’t know me like they think they do

I’ve been tripping but I got to stay cool

My momma tell me son you got to be you-ou

A lot of dreams, Imma watch them come true

Look, all my passage is nasty

All my passage is ashy

And all my adage is abstract

All my packages giftwrapped

Sheets of acid

She bitch slapped the manager with his bitch ass

Cannabis switching hands of your soiree

Call them gift bags

Had these niggas hanging off the fucking banister

Stay the fuck up out my lenses with that camera

I crush a six pack

Throw a flip bag

Then dip back to the back alley

Nah, sick Jag, and pitch black

And my spliff rolled and my clip

Versace, Louis, Gucci and ya problematic

Caught you with the automatic

I be gone and on and man

I’m busy packing

Kid is rapping

Cinematic

Been a savage

I ain’t finna visit

Drop a pin on your addict

Get to business

I had it

All these niggas been actin'

We at the top of the atlas

A couple keys in the Acura

Fuck a joint until it backflip

Drop tracks in the casket

Sitting on the lawn

I’m smoking Neil Degrasse shit

And we be still on it with Tyson biting my ad-libs

Still on it, still on it

Still on it, still on it

And they don’t know me like they think they do

I’ve been tripping but I got to stay cool

My momma tell me son you got to be you-ou

Fuck the rumors but I already knew

And they don’t know me like they think they do

I’ve been tripping but I got to stay cool

My momma tell me son you got to be you-ou

A lot of dreams, Imma watch them come true

I’m sorry bro

I love you bro

I had to smoke a blunt with you

This that anthem and we bang it

That anthem and we bang it

They say music is an art and I’m like

Then I’m like, then I’m like