Curren$y - Still That n***a lyrics

Yeah, It's still FS n***a, Jet Set n***a Rome my block west coast cell phone I got hoes locked So my California visits be prop a** broads, with cannabis cards Hard top like convertible cars, n***as thought I sold mine Brother you out your mother f**ing mind I am still that n***a, wood grain wheels, still the Laguna SS Freddy Kruger SB's on the gas I step, accelerating n***as get left, right Try to gimmy crap mother f**er no dice, spitta snap like the back of my Bape hat Don't ask where I got it I hate that, I'm connected people I get it where they make it at At the Lakers game me and tk sitting adjacent to Jack, give them a couple seconds to compute that This that spitter sh** b**h don't confuse that We have these other dudes rap peace and love hell raise uh uh dude My straps cruising in my Escalade eating fruit snacks I'm on my big kid sh** got rich bought all the things I couldn't get when I wanted them Got it all full of dimes and hundreds, I can only ride one of them Back in the G they made fun of them now they labels telling em you need to do one with him, yeah yeah