still
Half-A-Mil Lyrics


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(Intro: Half-A-Mill)
Uh huh, still, yea, yea, yea
Half-A-Mill, uh huh, uh huh
For the hood, yea, millennium style
Uh uh, still, uh yea

(Verse 1)
I peel out ill maneuvers on d's like they could shoot the breeze
I rather shoot through Coupe while only two could squeeze
The name is Gates, ill porch, wit the gangues plates
Computer rise, Rolex different coats gang dates
Sling away from the projects to a greater estate
On some Millennium shit, still spray an eight
Heroin heron, fiends 'nortin to the zero
Methadone clinics is finished since I hit the hood wit 'em kilos
Deadly heart bean-o, straight haze out the purple jars
Double park in front of Tito, dunn my chips lay like Fritos
Ill pimp, chicks take a glipse and turn into freak hoes
I rock Illmatic mostgenos
still at might see me peel ratchets off Tuxedo
Ghetto bastard, metal or plastic, auto reload
Smuggle the guns all across the East Coast

(Chorus: Half-A-Mill) **repeat 2X**
Still gangsta, (still) still ghetto, still street (still)
Still real, still roll wit the heat (still)
Still got bricks for 16, still spit 16 on the beat
Still gettin cream in the street

(Verse 2)
I seen it all, most of y'all niggaz is Mr. Magoo
I sip Cris eat freshly steamed fish from Peru
I always wanted -- a money green six
To match the money Gucci case, get money dunny I'm use to this
Street soldier, shit is real, fuck what he told ya
Cuz he gon' die when the heat get closer
Yesterday I had a meetin wit Sosa
Seven bottles of Belvey, its been 4 years he's seem to get loca
Gutierrez gleam my whole team is eatin the coasta
Uncle Seenos cut your hands off catch ya cheatin the poker
Son we from the slums, Medicaid cart, played in the abandoned cars
Watch dreds sell grams to moms, grew up in time of rock heads
I reminisce on all the block heads, most is locked up or shot dead
All praises is due to the pot heads, and the pit bull niggaz
Who trained dogs to hold the block down and spot feds

(Chorus: Half-A-Mill) **repeat 2X**

(Verse 3)
Minked wit the hoody camouflage jeans
Brooklyn niggaz play the hood deep
Oozy spray the hood up your jeep
Hustle for OT to OC
Out of the country on British Airlines
3 ki's plus a baby monkey, Firm Soprano
Tinted out Suburban, cable TV, satellite dish
10,000 channels, still love the hood, When I was younger
Mama made me stand on the line for butter n thats gutter
Pops nortin off Heroin, one love to the O God
Who took me to Midtown show me how to get on
Snatch pockets wit the left arm, but guessin sean professional don
land a private jet in Brook-lon
Nowadays we livin, stay in the sky like Pigeons
Blue berry haze on stage wit twilight visions
One love for all my dunns doin life in prison
One love to all the rest of 'em who life is missin, but listen

(Chorus: Half-A-Mill) **repeat 2X**

(Outro: Half-A-Mill)
Knawmean? Delaware, DC, yea
still, dirty South, West Coast, all Coast
OT, OC, even out of space, yea, husbands everywhere




they still gon' be here dun, Half-A-Mill-ion, the don
phenomonan one, yea, still

Overall Meaning

Half-A-Mill's song "Still" is an ode to the rapper's life in the streets, his come-up, and his success. In the first verse, Half-A-Mill describes his flashy lifestyle, rapping about driving expensive cars and wearing Rolex watches. He also references drug dealing and the impact it has had on his life and community. The chorus repeats the phrase "still gangsta, still ghetto, still street, still real, still roll wit the heat," emphasizing Half-A-Mill's authenticity and street credibility. In the second verse, Half-A-Mill raps about his upbringing in the projects, navigating the dangerous and difficult environment. He also raps about meeting with drug kingpin Sosa, showcasing his connections and influence in the drug world. Finally, in the third verse, Half-A-Mill reflects on his journey to success, describing his travels and high-end purchases. However, he never forgets his roots and gives love to those still struggling on the streets.


Line by Line Meaning

Uh huh, still, yea, yea, yea
Half-A-Mill starts the song reaffirming his status in the streets


Half-A-Mill, uh huh, uh huh
He introduces himself and adds emphasis to his name


For the hood, yea, millennium style
Half-A-Mill dedicates his music to the hood and its people, reflecting a modern sound


Uh uh, still, uh yea
Same as the first line, reaffirming his status


I peel out ill maneuvers on d's like they could shoot the breeze
He aggressively drives luxury cars with ease


I rather shoot through Coupe while only two could squeeze
He prefers to ride in a car with limited space for passengers to avoid unnecessary attention


The name is Gates, ill porch, wit the gangues plates
He introduces himself as Gates, with a luxurious mansion and car plates that show his affiliation with a gang


Computer rise, Rolex different coats gang dates
He wears different colored Rolex watches to match his clothing when going on dates with gang-affiliated women


Sling away from the projects to a greater estate
He moved from the projects to a more affluent area as his success grew


On some Millennium shit, still spray an eight
He uses futuristic technology and weapons while still engaging in violent acts


Heroin heron, fiends 'nortin to the zero
He deals drugs, specifically heroin, which creates addicts with zero motivation


Methadone clinics is finished since I hit the hood wit 'em kilos
Because of his drug-dealing, he put methadone clinics out of business


Deadly heart bean-o, straight haze out the purple jars
He has a love for pills and smokes high quality weed from a purple jar


Double park in front of Tito, dunn my chips lay like Fritos
He illegally parks his luxury car in front of a convenience store and shows off his wealth


Ill pimp, chicks take a glipse and turn into freak hoes
He is confident in his ability to charm women, and has a reputation for turning them into promiscuous individuals


I rock Illmatic mostgenos
He listens to Nas' 'Illmatic' album and wears designer clothes


still at might see me peel ratchets off Tuxedo
He may still resort to violence, even when dressed formally


Ghetto bastard, metal or plastic, auto reload
He is from a disadvantaged background and carries guns with auto-reloading capabilities


Smuggle the guns all across the East Coast
He illegally transports guns to different areas of the East Coast


Still gangsta, (still) still ghetto, still street (still)
He is still a gangster, still lives in the ghetto, and still represents the streets


Still real, still roll wit the heat (still)
He is authentic and carries guns for protection


Still got bricks for 16, still spit 16 on the beat
He still deals drugs and writes 16 bars (a rap verse) for beats


Still gettin cream in the street
He is still making money through illegal means


I seen it all, most of y'all niggaz is Mr. Magoo
He has experienced everything, while most other people are oblivious or foolish


I sip Cris eat freshly steamed fish from Peru
He drinks Cristal champagne and eats high quality seafood from Peru


I always wanted -- a money green six
He has always desired a money green-colored luxury sports car


To match the money Gucci case, get money dunny I'm use to this
He has a Gucci briefcase full of money and is used to his affluent lifestyle


Street soldier, shit is real, fuck what he told ya
He is a soldier in the streets, and disregards what others say


Cuz he gon' die when the heat get closer
Those who oppose him will face death


Yesterday I had a meetin wit Sosa
He had a meeting with someone named Sosa


Seven bottles of Belvey, its been 4 years he's seem to get loca
At the meeting, they drank seven bottles of Belvedere vodka and Sosa seemed to have lost his mind over the past four years


Gutierrez gleam my whole team is eatin the coasta
His crew is doing well financially and is enjoying coastal areas


Uncle Seenos cut your hands off catch ya cheatin the poker
If someone is caught cheating at poker, they will have their hands cut off by Uncle Seenos


Son we from the slums, Medicaid cart, played in the abandoned cars
He grew up in the poor areas, used Medicaid, and played in abandoned cars


Watch dreds sell grams to moms, grew up in time of rock heads
He witnessed those with dreadlocks sell drugs to mothers and grew up in the era of crack cocaine


I reminisce on all the block heads, most is locked up or shot dead
He thinks back on those he knew from the block, most of whom are either in jail or dead


All praises is due to the pot heads, and the pit bull niggaz
He gives credit to those who smoke weed and raise pit bulls as a means of protection


Who trained dogs to hold the block down and spot feds
These pit bulls are trained to protect illegal territories and recognize undercover police officers


Minked wit the hoody camouflage jeans
He wears a mink coat with a hood and camouflage jeans


Brooklyn niggaz play the hood deep
People from Brooklyn have many connections in their neighborhood


Oozy spray the hood up your jeep
He will shoot an Uzi machine gun at someone's Jeep


Hustle for OT to OC
He hustles from out-of-town (OT) to Orange County (OC)


Out of the country on British Airlines
He travels out of the country using British Airways


3 ki's plus a baby monkey, Firm Soprano
He brings back three kilograms of drugs and a baby monkey, and references his involvement with a gang called 'The Firm'


Tinted out Suburban, cable TV, satellite dish
He drives a Chevrolet Suburban with tinted windows, and has cable TV and a satellite dish


10,000 channels, still love the hood, When I was younger
He has a lot of TV channel options but still has love for his old neighborhood


Mama made me stand on the line for butter n thats gutter
His mother was so poor that she had to wait in line for butter


Pops nortin off Heroin, one love to the O God
His father was addicted to heroin, and he gives respect to his gang's leader


Who took me to Midtown show me how to get on
The gang leader showed him how to succeed in life


Snatch pockets wit the left arm, but guessin sean professional don
He can quickly and covertly steal someone's wallet using his left arm, but is also a professional


land a private jet in Brook-lon
He lands a private jet in Brooklyn


Nowadays we livin, stay in the sky like Pigeons
Currently, they are living luxuriously and soaring above their problems like pigeons


Blue berry haze on stage wit twilight visions
He smokes a high-quality blueberry-flavored weed strain while performing, with an eerie atmosphere


One love for all my dunns doin life in prison
He gives love and respect to his friends serving life sentences in prison


One love to all the rest of 'em who life is missin, but listen
He gives love to those who don't have their freedom and encourages others to pay attention


Knawmean? Delaware, DC, yea
He ends the song asking the listener if they know what he means and shouts out to Delaware and Washington D.C.


still, dirty South, West Coast, all Coast
He is still relevant no matter what region or coast


OT, OC, even out of space, yea, husbands everywhere
He hustles from out-of-town to Orange County, and even in outer space there are husbands around


they still gon' be here dun, Half-A-Mill-ion, the don
He emphasizes that he will still be relevant and powerful, as a 'don' or boss


phenomenon one, yea, still
He is still a phenomenon and influential individual




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