Still
Meek Mill Lyrics


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(KJ, what you got goin' on man?)
Let's go, let's go, yeah
Back of the Phantom to get me some head
Ain't got no purple? Then get me some red (yeah, woo)
(Young Nick Papz, make it slap)

Nigga know I back out every time the pack out, big boy straighten offenders (what?)
I was in the trap house chillin' with the Mac out
Gang-gang, me and my members (gang-gang)
Nigga, we ain't totin' no sticks 'round here
Just glicks 'round here with extenders (big boy)
Nigga, don't take no pics 'round here, everybody on parole, shit sensitive (yeah)
I had the check, fell in love with it
I got the neck for the hell of it
Money, respect, get a Cullinan
Come down a lil' block like a elephant
I got the lil' Glock with the drum in it (yeah)
We the ones, they the ones crackin'
Now forty-five-hundred my jacket
They say I'm too rich to be strappin', yeah, ooh (brrt)
Suicide doors on the Phantom, it look like you get in it backwards
Double platinum, that's a double murder when we slide, I just put a hit on a rapper
Sneak dissin', 'fore you know it, you talkin' to God
And he tell you get in the casket (nigga, get over there)
Stack up the M's and spend all the odds, we takin' this shit to the maximum, yeah

Must be out of your mind, you think we ain't spinnin' for bro? We spinnin' for sure
Had a switch on me, not a .38, dummy, boy, we be spinnin' for ghosts
They put up for show, we spin in the cribs and traps fasho, we spinnin' his shows
And we took L's fasho, but in Chicago, they know we winnin' fasho
You do it for what? You better not say that you do it for (boom), them niggas be talk
That nigga was fucked, the moment he ran and he knew he ain't duckin', his ass out of luck
We do it for Von, we don't wait 'til it die down, we load and we do it tomorrow
We do it on feet, ask all the opps about us or who say we shoot out the cars
That Rolls better be bulletproof, lil' nigga, you know we gon' shoot at them stars
Them lil' bitches ours, I told him to fuck her and slut her and send her right back to the blogs
Glock with a switch, two of those when I ride through the city (when we ride)
And we thought a nigga died, but he didn't (but he died)
Two Glocks when you ride through Philly (let's get it)
Ten and up if you dyin' in Philly
(And you know we slide to Philly)
(Ten and up if you dyin' in Philly)
(Ten and up if you dyin' in Philly)

(Yeah, Baby)
Anythin' close to a dub
And a youngin'll walk for a hundred, he down to get caught
Long as I send him the items, consider it bought
I call the shots, I'm the boss
I'm ridin' with a semi
Two of them, I can't die in my city
Do a shootin', it ain't gotta be pretty
Catch him out, and we handle the business
I ain't gettin' in no nigga business
Thirty million, my mind in the trenches still
Fuck her good, make her nigga not turn her on
They got brodie on camera, he comin' home
Run it up from a scale to a microphone
Treat Dior like a muhfuckin' Nike store
And you know he ain't that, why you hype him up?
Any time we have smoke, it just pipe me up
Never know the outcome 'til you try your luck
Get whatever you want when I'm tryna fuck
And we chillin', nobody can't fuck with us
Put the four in the P with the fuckin' M
I should never bring the pain on my fuckin' self
Really need it if I ever ask for help
I just know I'ma blow if it's life or death
I made all them hoes who ain't never left
I'm way higher, I'm up in my altitude
I was broke, I woke up with an attitude




Now you play with the kid, he embarrass you
I jump right in the field with no parachute and one pair of shoes

Overall Meaning

Meek Mill's song "Still" is a gangster rap track that contains lyrics about violence, drugs, and sex. In the first verse, Meek describes his lavish lifestyle, riding in the back of a Phantom and demanding oral sex. Then, he brags about his crew's reputation for violence and their access to guns with extenders. Meek seems to enjoy his wealth and power, emphasizing his ability to buy what he wants and to intimidate others. He even mentions putting a hit out on a rival rapper who dared to disrespect him. The second verse is essentially a tribute to his friend, the late rapper King Von, who was killed in a gunfight last year. Meek raps about seeking revenge for Von's death and about his crew's fierce loyalty to each other. He also takes shots at his enemies and suggests that anyone who crosses him is doomed. Overall, "Still" is a reflection of the violent and nihilistic culture of gangster rap, where power and reputation are everything, and human life is cheap.


Line by Line Meaning

Back of the Phantom to get me some head
I'm in the back of my expensive car looking for someone to pleasure me


Ain't got no purple? Then get me some red (yeah, woo)
If you don't have the drugs I want, get me something else instead


Nigga know I back out every time the pack out, big boy straighten offenders (what?)
I am always ready to fight back whenever there is a threat, and I don't hesitate to put offenders in their place


I was in the trap house chillin' with the Mac out
I was hanging out in the trap house with my gun (Mac)


Gang-gang, me and my members (gang-gang)
Me and my crew together as a team (gang-gang)


Nigga, we ain't totin' no sticks 'round here
We are not carrying any large weapons around here


Just glicks 'round here with extenders (big boy)
We only have small guns with long magazines to extend the amount of bullets we can shoot


Nigga, don't take no pics 'round here, everybody on parole, shit sensitive (yeah)
Don't take any pictures around here because we are all on parole and it could get us in trouble


I had the check, fell in love with it
I had a lot of money and became infatuated with it


Money, respect, get a Cullinan
With money and respect, I can get an expensive car like a Cullinan


Come down a lil' block like a elephant
I drive through the block with my car, making a lot of noise like an elephant


I got the lil' Glock with the drum in it (yeah)
I have a small gun with a large magazine


Now forty-five-hundred my jacket
My jacket cost $4500


They say I'm too rich to be strappin', yeah, ooh (brrt)
Some people think I'm too wealthy to carry a gun (but I still do)


Suicide doors on the Phantom, it look like you get in it backwards
My car has suicide doors that make it look like you're getting in backwards


Double platinum, that's a double murder when we slide, I just put a hit on a rapper
Going double platinum (selling 2 million copies) is like committing a double murder when we attack because we are that powerful. I put a hit on a rival rapper.


Sneak dissin', 'fore you know it, you talkin' to God
If you talk bad about us behind our backs, you might end up dead


Stack up the M's and spend all the odds, we takin' this shit to the maximum, yeah
We are making lots of money and risking it all, pushing ourselves to the limit


Must be out of your mind, you think we ain't spinnin' for bro? We spinnin' for sure
You must be crazy if you think we aren't retaliating for our fallen friend. We are definitely seeking revenge


Had a switch on me, not a .38, dummy, boy, we be spinnin' for ghosts
I have a switchblade on me instead of a .38 caliber gun. We are avenging the dead and going after their killers.


They put up for show, we spin in the cribs and traps fasho, we spinnin' his shows
They show off their money and flashy assets, but we are coming after them in their own homes and music venues


And we took L's fasho, but in Chicago, they know we winnin' fasho
We may have lost some battles, but in Chicago, people know that we are victorious overall


You do it for what? You better not say that you do it for (boom), them niggas be talk
What are you fighting for? You better not say it's for your friends because they might get killed


That nigga was fucked, the moment he ran and he knew he ain't duckin', his ass out of luck
That guy was in trouble the moment he tried to run away from us because he knew he couldn't escape


We do it for Von, we don't wait 'til it die down, we load and we do it tomorrow
We are avenging the death of Von and won't wait until things quiet down. We are going after them tomorrow.


We do it on feet, ask all the opps about us or who say we shoot out the cars
We are sneaky in our attacks and do it on foot. Our enemies know better than to say we only shoot from cars.


That Rolls better be bulletproof, lil' nigga, you know we gon' shoot at them stars
If you're driving a Rolls Royce, you better hope it's bulletproof because we will shoot at it mercilessly.


Them lil' bitches ours, I told him to fuck her and slut her and send her right back to the blogs
We treat women poorly and use them for sex, then send them off to gossip sites to be talked about.


Glock with a switch, two of those when I ride through the city (when we ride)
I have two Glock guns, one with a switchblade attached, when I'm driving through the city


And we thought a nigga died, but he didn't (but he died)
We thought someone died, but they didn't. However, that person is as good as dead to us because we are going after them soon.


Two Glocks when you ride through Philly (let's get it)
When you drive through Philly, have two Glock guns ready for a fight


Ten and up if you dyin' in Philly
If you're going to die in Philly, it better be by at least ten bullets


Anythin' close to a dub
Anything close to $20


And a youngin'll walk for a hundred, he down to get caught
A young, inexperienced criminal will risk being caught just to earn $100


Long as I send him the items, consider it bought
As long as I provide him with the goods, he will consider it purchased


I call the shots, I'm the boss
I'm in charge and make all the decisions


I'm ridin' with a semi
I'm driving with a semi-automatic gun


Two of them, I can't die in my city
I carry two guns so that I won't be killed in my own city


Do a shootin', it ain't gotta be pretty
If we have to shoot someone, it won't be pretty or stylish


Catch him out, and we handle the business
If we catch someone out in the open, we will deal with them immediately


I ain't gettin' in no nigga business
I don't want to get involved in anyone else's affairs


Thirty million, my mind in the trenches still
Even though I have $30 million, I still have a mindset of someone from the streets


Fuck her good, make her nigga not turn her on
I will sleep with her so well that her current boyfriend won't even turn her on anymore


They got brodie on camera, he comin' home
Our friend Brodie is being released from jail after being caught on camera committing a crime


Run it up from a scale to a microphone
We are making money from selling drugs and also from our music


Treat Dior like a muhfuckin' Nike store
We buy and treat designer brands like Nike shoes, disregarding their true value


And you know he ain't that, why you hype him up?
You're hyping someone up who isn't actually as good as you think they are


Any time we have smoke, it just pipe me up
Whenever there is potential for violence, it gets me excited and eager for a fight


Never know the outcome 'til you try your luck
We won't know what will happen until we take a risk and try our best


Get whatever you want when I'm tryna fuck
I will give you anything you want if you sleep with me


And we chillin', nobody can't fuck with us
We are relaxed and confident that no one can compete with us


Put the four in the P with the fuckin' M
I put my Glock gun with the extended magazine in my passenger seat (the P)


I should never bring the pain on my fuckin' self
I shouldn't harm myself or put myself in dangerous situations


Really need it if I ever ask for help
If I ever ask for help, I really need it


I just know I'ma blow if it's life or death
I am confident that I will succeed no matter how high the stakes are


I made all them hoes who ain't never left
I made all the women I've slept with become famous or well-known despite never leaving the house


I'm way higher, I'm up in my altitude
I'm feeling really good and confident in myself


I was broke, I woke up with an attitude
When I was poor, I would wake up angry and upset


Now you play with the kid, he embarrass you
If you mess with me, I will embarrass and defeat you


I jump right in the field with no parachute and one pair of shoes
I enter dangerous situations without any fear and not much protection (only one pair of shoes)




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Dominique Jones, Durk Banks, Nikolas J Papamitrou, Robert Rihmeek Williams

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