StiLL

Still trill with these ill skills, Real killa from the Hill

Still doin' dope deals, In the trap we let the smoke chill, fuck a hoes feels

Loading steals all my Loc's real, giving cold chills

Still trill with these ill skills, Real killa from the Hill, still doin' dope deals

In the trap we let the smoke chill, fuck a hoes feels

Loading steals all my Loc's real, giving cold chills

I let go hitting harder than I kick doors

Lets roll play it smart and let a bitch know

Bitch go play your part and get a brillow sparking

Talkin on a don and tryina fuck but you be pillow talking

Give a fuck ese never have and never will

Gettin at the plug always known to get a better deal

Better still with the skills that forever kill

Workin like a drill packing still banging for the hill

Thats on the real aint a damn thang changed G

Stuck in the field with my steal like they trained me

Weapon concealed steady Steppin tryina stay free

Straight beast you couldn't hang with me up on day 3

What that mean? You couldn't take me on a come down

Bitches steady Fien for the D and barely had one round

Hit the scene hoochies wanna love a thug down

Dreaming of what could be I'm just tryina catch a buzz now

Still trill with these ill skills, Real killa from the Hill

Still doin' dope deals, In the trap we let the smoke chill, fuck a hoes feels

Loading steals all my Loc's real, giving cold chills

Still trill with these ill skills, Real killa from the Hill, still doin' dope deals

In the trap we let the smoke chill, fuck a hoes feels

Loading steals all my Loc's real, giving cold chills

Syklon 208 in double C

first off respects to all my homies in pens and those rest in peace

Made it out the pen and since then the gente been bumpin me

Drop bars on competition so hard that they fallin under me

Never needed they company, suckas just run and duck from me

Luckily I been blessed and Gods chosen to how his love for me

Attackin' sounds if you packing then let it pound

Runnin' round nothings found, comin down and im boutta drown

Not understand how but the Lord came and formed a way

Soarin' and they can't stand it now, hoards of em, knowin that they prey

Predator shit, light em up like a bic

get blown away like a hit quick to snatch em up as they kick

Insane and sick, and I'm slipping in this abyss

Hittin Jane just to try to maintain stuck in the pits

Clutching clips runnin trips and that means we ain't frontin zips

Someone drips when they slip up and find out they runnin lips

Still trill with these ill skills, Real killa from the Hill

Still doin' dope deals, In the trap we let the smoke chill, fuck a hoes feels

Loading steals all my Loc's real, giving cold chills

Still trill with these ill skills, Real killa from the Hill, still doin' dope deals

In the trap we let the smoke chill, fuck a hoes feels

Loading steals all my Loc's real, giving cold chills

Snakes and fakes, got a homie on his tiptoes

Got no brakes, smashin' any way this shit goes

Make no mistake, I'm devastatin' when I spit flows

Southern 208n', takin' over and my shit goes

Where I'm from, homie, ain't no need to ask

Ain't no need for actin' question, bitch, you know I'm down to blast

Lookin' at my past, then I'm lookin' at my future

Lookin' at my stash, then I'm pickin' up my tutor

Homie's got my back and dog, know that he's a shooter

I can rip up any track and measure up to any ruler

I'm like a ruler in this time and in this power

I devour any cowards blowin' up just like the towers

Time is ours, all a homie want is peace

Crime is sour, that's how all my boys increase

Rest in peace, now shit just ain't the same

But still sharper than the crease when I'm spittin' game

Still trill with these ill skills, Real killa from the Hill

Still doin' dope deals, In the trap we let the smoke chill, fuck a hoes feels

Loading steals all my Loc's real, giving cold chills

Still trill with these ill skills, Real killa from the Hill, still doin' dope deals

In the trap we let the smoke chill, fuck a hoes feels

Loading steals all my Loc's real, giving cold chills