I Still Fuck With You - Mr. Carmack, Rexx Life Raj

They say Raj, «Hey, baby, you a motherfucker,» I know

Niggas talk a lot but they ain’t touchin' my soul

I tell you I love you, and then I’m back on the road

I’m packin' it in, when I start packin' my clothes

My papa need a kidney, my ma deserve a Bentley

I see ‘em both comin', that’s not coincidentally

I’ll retire in my thirties, ‘cause I hustled in my twenties

I’m old school, like nice and sweet jimmies, oh

(Back in the day when I was young, I’m not a kid anymore)

I’m old school, like nice and sweet jimmies, oh

(Back in the day when I was young, I’m not a kid anymore)

I’m old school, like nice and sweet jimmies, oh

I’m old school like KBLX, back when your mama were prominent

Know that I ran it before the scholarship, I’m dominant

I should be congressman, high politic, promises

Know that my mental temple is Solomon, godliness

Light years ahead to state the obvious

It’s obvious you tracked an illusion, what’s all the cockiness?

Consciousness, make the right choices or face the consequences

Herb like the botanist, champagne bottomless

(Ayy, pour a nigga up real quick)

Pull a nigga up one time (Ayo)

Life is better not givin' no fucks sometime (No, no)

Quicksand, I be feelin' stuck sometime (Yeah, yeah)

Weak in the knees, with nowhere to run sometime

I wonder what demon runs my mind

I swear that he do too much sometime

I need more sunlight, more time to myself

The only one I can trust, the only one never fails

Lately I’ve been whippin' it like my momma with the bill

I’ma keep up, we’re cuttin' and jabbin' 'til I’m Mohammad with the belt

Diamond how I’m shinin' on a bitch, I bet it all myself

Tryna be better than myself, bitch, I’m indebted to my future (Oh)

With some Cali groupies, slappin' Cali oochie

Smokin' Cali’s finest dope

(That's some good weed, my nigga)

The highest low (I swear to God)

I know

They say Raj, «Hey, baby, you a motherfucker,» I know

Niggas talk a lot but they ain’t touchin' my soul

I tell you I love you, and then I’m back on the road

I’m packin' it in, when I start packin' my clothes

My papa need a kidney, my ma deserve a Bentley

I see ‘em both comin', that’s not coincidentally

I’ll retire in my thirties, ‘cause I hustled in my twenties

I’m old school, like nice and sweet jimmies, oh

(Back in the day when I was young, I’m not a kid anymore)

I’m old school, like nice and sweet jimmies, oh

(Back in the day when I was young, I’m not a kid anymore)

I’m old school, like nice and sweet jimmies, oh

(Back in the day when I was young, I’m not a kid anymore)

I’m old school, like nice and sweet jimmies, oh

(Back in the day when I was young, I’m not a kid anymore)