Still Puttin' It Down

[Chorus] Still fresh to death, everytime I come around Still putting it down, for the southside of the town I ain't talking boxing, but I do go pound for pound It's nothing to a bos, still got my connect on that loud Still in the hood, still smoking good Still doing everything them suckas wish they could Ain't seen lil mama in years, but she say she still freaky Everything extra ignent, and I'm still fucking with Squeeky [Verse 1] My secretary say they miss you, Dolph, still calling Say the streets want some more, Dolph, they still stalking Hit the [?] 30 minutes ago, I'm still copping When Dolph get in the booth, I'm throwing rappers in the coffin No Spalding, nigga, no [?] Extra loud every season, so I'm still balling What you been doing, Dolph? Still campaigning Extra ignent flow, then [?] brainless Papеr Rout Empire, Enter-fucking-Tainment Bеsides a couple deaths in my family, I ain't complaining Niggas steady biting my styles, so I switch them up I treat my flows just like my bitches, boy, I switch them up Still rock them Farogamos, still G them Guccis Just might kick a pair of [?] but that Louis Still going hard, every motherfucking time I spit my real lifes on all, I don't write rhymes [Chorus] Still fresh to death, everytime I come around Still putting it down, for the southside of the town I ain't talking boxing, but I do go pound for pound It's nothing to a bos, still got my connect on that loud Still in the hood, still smoking good Still doing everything them suckas wish they could Ain't seen lil mama in years, but she say she still freaky Everything extra ignent, and I'm still fucking with Squeeky [Verse 2] Second verse, kush and purp, still going ham Lobster tail and eggs for breakfast, no more spam Riding through the [?], on the way to fuck with Squeeky [?] going stupid, [?] beating It's time to count this money, I mean, let's count this [?] [?] like Mexicans, and burn it up like Bob Marley 20,000 for promotions, [?] hood party They say it's a droubt on hundreds, and they say that Dolph got them Yeah, I invest in them pretty fruity flowers Elergic to the other, never did the baby powder Still shitting on them, that's what got them looking sour Still getting [?] they call me Casper Moved mama out the hood, into a baby castle Big dawg, nigga, I don't fuck with you little raskles Still smell like a pound, everytime I come around Still putting it down, for the southside of the town [Chorus] Still fresh to death, everytime I come around Still putting it down, for the southside of the town I ain't talking boxing, but I do go pound for pound It's nothing to a bos, still got my connect on that loud Still in the hood, still smoking good Still doing everything them suckas wish they could Ain't seen lil mama in years, but she say she still freaky Everything extra ignent, and I'm still fucking with Squeeky