Curren$y - Still At It lyrics

(Verse 1) 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 provide us Providers with more problems Cats want see me locked in, boss Concrete but only palm trees around me My rolling hand in my shirt Like let me roll back my sleeves back Diamond breeze, middle of the night Sung that bi**h to sleep Woke up next to me And figured she was still up in them dreams Dirty money, keep them whips clean Crooks for the whole team Lyrics is on a triple beam Another tape, another key A frozen eskimo ain’t cold as me Ni**a, come to me (Chorus) Still at it, Jet Set mathematics In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers Still at it, Jet Set mathematics In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers Still at it, Jet Set mathematics Still at it, Jet Set mathematics (Verse 2) Still in traffic, sports cars doing magic My doors open backwards My homegirl an actress Silver screen bad bi**h She brought her homegirls through We call that batting practice I’m in the matte black six 100 Benz mashing In…with gases And bi**h, I’m never pa**ing Music is the crankest Moving like them paid gift I put 2 in You best believe I’m bringing 4 Bad bi**h huh (Repeat Chorus)