[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
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