Still At It

Yellow paper, legal pad
Blueprinting these criminal plans
So simple in the right hands
Should it go cool as a fan
Long as we keep it in the fam
Grinding with outsiders will only divide us
Providers with more problems
Cops wanna see me locked in, bars
Concrete but only palm trees surround me
My rollie heavy, my shirt light
Let me roll back my sleeves, let my diamonds breathe
Serenade the night
Sung that bitch to sleep
Woke up next to me
And figured she was still up in them dreams
Dirty money, keep them whips clean
Coupes for the whole team

Yellow paper, legal pad
Blueprinting these criminal plans
So simple in the right hands
Should it go cool as a fan
Long as we keep it in the fam
Grinding with outsiders will only divide us
Providers with more problems
Cops wanna see me locked in, bars
Concrete but only palm trees surround me
My rollie heavy, my shirt light
Let me roll back my sleeves, let my diamonds breathe
Serenade the night
Sung that bitch to sleep
Woke up next to me
And figured she was still up in them dreams
Dirty money, keep them whips clean
Coupes for the whole team
Lyrics is on a triple beam
Another tape, another key
A frozen eskimo ain't cold as me
Nigga, come to me

Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunners and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunners and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics

Still in traffic, sports cars doing magic
My doors open backwards
My homegirl an actress
Silver screen bad bitch
She brought her homegirls through
We call that batting practice
I'm in the matte black six
100 Benz mashing
Interior filled with gases
And bitch, I'm never passing
Music is the crankest
Moving like them (?)
I put two in
You best believe I'm bringing four
Bag bitch huh

Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunners and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
They mad, they just lookin' at us, stackin'
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunners and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
Gettin' money, you just lookin' at us

While we stackin'

Can't even mask your madness
can't even hide your sadness