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Starlito Lyrics
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He say that he a gangsta, but I heard a nigga smacked him.
They say that I be rapping like I'm still serving em out my magnums, still serving em out magnums
Lil homie want an order three. That I'm only selling quarter piece (right now). You can give me twelve-fifty, three and a quarter for the zippers. I'm selling Christmas trees with purple ornaments, won't see no sticks or seeds. Ain't paying for the pussy, I pay for the bitch to leave. When I'm paying for the cookies, like highway robbery, I get the shits so cheep. Don't play me for no pussy. Tryin to rob her, got this big OE. As I recall I get at niggas that call themselves slick destiny. If I ain't in a rental I'm in that low-low with them tints and them dents. Charge me with intent when they find there's dope in the vent. Thirty thousand spent for all this drow my people sent. Come and get a sack if bout my flow you not convinced. I got a whiff for every day of the week. Was stolen two own rims. Got two parked at my hoe house. I ain't got no motherfuckin sense.
They say that I be rapping like I'm still serving em out my magnums, still serving em out magnums
Riding around with me, myself, and I and they all gonna shoot. So why's this pack so fucking loud, I got the volume on mute. Mr. Five Point Six, Mr. Five Point Six. Why they call you that? I'm trying to sell you five quarters out this shit. Hey, aren't you all star? Ask me something stupid like why I got these jars all in the car. I know all of the cuts to get back to the spot. Rap like I'm strapped with a Glock, some rock in my socks. Started selling rocks because the scent was kind of hot. Sold a hundred, hundred packs of zanex. One short, hundred pack to pop. Thirty round on that F and A, it's actually not a Glock. My sell was wine, my scare was dying. Took the battery out my watch, I'm still serving. Still, still
They say that I be rapping like I'm still serving em out my magnums, still serving em out magnums
He say that he a gangsta, but I heard a nigga smacked him.
Starlito's song "Still" talks about the continuing resilience of the black community despite prevailing challenges. Starlito starts the song by emphasizing the strength and perseverance of the African American community when he says "We still sick, we still hood, we still life, still's most still drinking, still staying alive. Still taking care of children or whatever. Still scrap. We just still, we just still." The repetition of the word "still" highlights how even though society may view these characteristics as negative, the community has learned to survive and thrive despite them.
The song continues with Starlito pointing out the hypocrisy of some individuals who claim to be gangsters but don't live up to their own reputation. He points out in the lyrics "He say that he a gangsta, but I heard a nigga smacked him." This line speaks to the idea that while some may portray an image of toughness and resilience, it may be just that, an image.
Through the verses, Starlito speaks about drug dealing and the violence that comes with it. He talks about selling drugs with a reference to magnums, which could mean condoms or drug wrappers. Additionally, he speaks about his experiences selling Christmas trees with purple ornaments, a reference to selling weed. The lyrics "Don't play me for no pussy. Tryin to rob her, got this big OE." highlight the dangers he faces as a drug dealer.
Despite the negativity surrounding the life he portrays, Starlito continues to stress the resilience of the black community. He ends the song by saying, "My sell was wine, my scare was dying. Took the battery out my watch, I'm still serving. Still, still." These lyrics speak to the idea that despite the challenges he faces, Starlito will continue to make a living and provide for himself and his community.
Line by Line Meaning
We still sick, we still hood, we still life, still's most still drinking, still staying alive.
Despite our circumstances and struggles, we continue to survive and thrive as a community, sharing in the common experience of still being alive and drinking to cope.
He say that he a gangsta, but I heard a nigga smacked him.
This supposed gangsta is not as tough as he claims, as rumors suggest he was beaten up by someone else.
They say that I be rapping like I'm still serving em out my magnums, still serving em out magnums
Others believe that my lyrics are still centered around my past life of drug dealing, as if I'm still selling drugs out of my magnums.
Lil homie want an order three. That I'm only selling quarter piece (right now). You can give me twelve-fifty, three and a quarter for the zippers. I'm selling Christmas trees with purple ornaments, won't see no sticks or seeds. Ain't paying for the pussy, I pay for the bitch to leave. When I'm paying for the cookies, like highway robbery, I get the shits so cheep. Don't play me for no pussy. Tryin to rob her, got this big OE. As I recall I get at niggas that call themselves slick destiny. If I ain't in a rental I'm in that low-low with them tints and them dents. Charge me with intent when they find there's dope in the vent. Thirty thousand spent for all this drow my people sent. Come and get a sack if bout my flow you not convinced. I got a whiff for every day of the week. Was stolen two own rims. Got two parked at my hoe house. I ain't got no motherfuckin sense.
I am still involved in the drug trade, selling drugs in small quantities and buying sex workers to leave after they perform their services. I have access to cheap drugs and I'm always ready to defend myself against anyone who tries to rob or scam me. I spend large amounts of money on drugs and own multiple cars and houses, even though I may not always be financially responsible.
Riding around with me, myself, and I and they all gonna shoot. So why's this pack so fucking loud, I got the volume on mute. Mr. Five Point Six, Mr. Five Point Six. Why they call you that? I'm trying to sell you five quarters out this shit. Hey, aren't you all star? Ask me something stupid like why I got these jars all in the car. I know all of the cuts to get back to the spot. Rap like I'm strapped with a Glock, some rock in my socks. Started selling rocks because the scent was kind of hot. Sold a hundred, hundred packs of zanex. One short, hundred pack to pop. Thirty round on that F and A, it's actually not a Glock. My sell was wine, my scare was dying. Took the battery out my watch, I'm still serving. Still, still
I am still involved in the dangerous world of drug dealing, riding around with armed associates and carrying a large quantity of drugs in my car. I am knowledgeable about the local drug scene and have sold various types of drugs to make money. I have faced life-threatening situations in this line of work and must constantly be aware of danger. Despite this, I continue to sell drugs to make a living.
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Written by: Lionel Richie
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