1. |
Don't Run
03:27
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Real niggas don't run, yea that's word to Mike Myers
You can gon' head run, you just gon' die tired
Lord Vader with the saber, Mike Myers with the blade
Only race for the paper, somebody getting slain
Real niggas don't run, yea that's word to Mike Myers
You can gon' head run, you just gon' die tired
Lord Vader with the saber, Mike Myers with the blade
On a race for the paper, somebody getting slain
It's a celebration bitches welcome back
I use weak rappers as my welcome mat
Trigger finger killing opposition
Middle finger to the competition
Fuck em all that's just my position
I just shitted in your pot to piss in
Time is of the essence and the clock is ticking
Steal your life before you notice something's missing
It's the villain in Versace
Tell me who go stop me
Flow sick, Liberace
Niggas claiming they the king, beat that ass like Rodney
Last nigga tried to rob me
Flashed on 'em paparazzi
Cook a nigga hibachi
Slaughter serpents for survival
You'll be dead on arrival
No resurrection for my rivals
Nigga shoulda called Geico
One hand on the rifle
Other hand on the Bible
I just went full blown psycho
Norman, Freddy, Jason, Michael
Real niggas don't run, yea that's word to Mike Myers
You can gon' head run, you just gon' die tired
Lord Vader with the saber, Mike Myers with the blade
Only race for the paper, somebody getting slain
Clock is ticking, you on borrowed time
Got no flow so you borrowed mine
In that two fifty with a loaded nine
Rollin' one deep, bumpin' Carter Five
Don't wine and dine if she all mine
Hit the China spot for sweet and sour swine
Be home soon Bae I'm on my grind
After that she love me long time
Martin Luther King Henry Jr.
Bout to fuck it up, this that Karma Sutra
Torture racks like Lex Luger
What's a Superman to a Lex Luthor
Stay strapped like Fallujah, yea
Pull up on ya like an Uber, yea
Crack a smile before I shoot ya, yea
Kings back Hallelujah, yea
Been on my dick since I was young
Make you eat your words and bite your tongue
Put a noose around your neck whatcha call that, Highstrung
I got free smoke, check your ego
Don't try me bro, I'm in beast mode
Flow cold might need a pea coat
Knock, knock don't check that peep hole
Real niggas don't run, yea that's word to Mike Myers
You can gon' head run, you just gon' die tired
Lord Vader with the saber, Mike Myers with the blade
Only race for the paper, somebody getting slain
Real niggas don't run
Real niggas don't run
Real niggas don't run
Real niggas don't run
Real niggas don't run, yea that's word to Mike Myers
You can gon' head run, you just gon' die tired
Lord Vader with the saber, Mike Myers with the blade
Only race for the paper, somebody getting slain
Real niggas don't run
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2. |
Amen
02:53
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If you believe it than you shall achieve it
Seems like once you start believing when they start retreating
I gotta reach my zenith and display my genius
This ain't the year of the rat, it's the year of the heathen
Huey Newton mixed with Huey Freeman
If you ain't plan on squeezing why the fuck you bring it
On the road to success I'm outracing demons
Took the highway to heaven cuz the views are scenic
Got skeletons in my closet, I ain't trick or treating
Just some victims of my wrath for committing treason
Spare no love, Elmer Fudd when it's hunting season
The rose that rose from the cement and bitch I'm still breathing
So if I ever take the stand, Bible underneath my hand
Know I'm praying for forgiveness but can't give it, I'm just a man
Ain't get caught up in no jam
It's just a part of his plan
Try your best to understand
A lion amongst the lambs
From the bottom of the map
Dark side of the tracks
Escaped from the trap and I ain't never looking back
Got one hand on the wheel, the other on my strap
Try me you get clapped
Try me it's a wrap
I'm from the bottom of the map
Dark side of the tracks
Escaped from the trap and I ain't never looking back
Got my left hand on the wheel, right hand on the strap
Try me you get clapped
Try me it's a wrap
This ain't meant to make you dance it's meant to make you think
Type of shit you spark a blunt to when real niggas link
I done seen it all and I ain't miss a wink
Been hit with everything but the kitchen sink
Got it off the ground, Kershaw at the mound
I don't do it for the crowd bitch I do it for the crown
Poetically profound
Will you swim or will you drown
Ringleader or a clown
Stay trill or hold it down
Clap steel come correct or get your cap peeled
Never a deadbeat that's only when the track killed
Independent, cuz labels keep offering crap deals
In the hour of chaos got me reaching for that black steel
Polishing my sword
Preparing for the war
Umbrella for the weather 'cause when it rains it pours
Reaping these rewards
Compliments of The Lord
And if you ain't onboard it ain't safe no more
I'm from the bottom of the map
Dark side of the tracks
Escaped from the trap and I ain't never looking back
Got my left hand on the wheel, right hand the strap
Try me you get clapped
Try me it's a wrap
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3. |
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And they say, you need to get your life together, I'm still searching for the meaning
I'm on the loudest pack around and I think I hear it screaming
I hear footsteps 'round the corner, mayne it must be the demons
Oh no
Broadcasting live on tu canal
Seldom seen but your mouth like root canals
Ruthless, wild, I treat duppys like puppy chow
Armed and deadly, I'm Wayne Gretzky, I'm skating now
Evade the town, they hating now, fading in and fading out
Sip green tea and smoke green leaf I guess I'm jaded now
I roll up after breaking down, the stress it had me breaking out
Look mama I made it now, my aura so amazing now
My birds flock and like Bird Box you bet not make a sound
Smoke Black and Mild's with a curvaceous cutie from Curaçao
Storm trooper might pooper scoop ya like a doodie pile
I'm up all night, don't do no white, what the fuck I'm racist now?
These bitches they ready but I won't fall like confetti
I'm her worst nightmare but I don't sweater like Freddy
Play the strings like I'm B.B., Martin Luther just kinged me
Talk to him through the Quija, he said live and die freely
I must be dreaming
Buried treasure
Sail in every weather
Fail the ledger
That way we could sail forever
X's n O's stitch marks the spot
Trip, how do u carbon composite art?
The main anchor off the dock
Just to get it started off the top
Don't get departed off the top
Get hearted
I get sparkin' off the top to get started
And get sparkin' like the main tip off the Glock
I can't get off the block the tip started
I can't stop I just start it
Not to get sorted
But stop
The fact I'm hard should not get discarded
I'm stitched like socks in Chicago in Boston
I'm Ralo in Gotham, Southside San Pablo and Arkham
I'm not at the top to get popped
I'm at the rock in this bottoms
It's not gon' miss so stop and get started
My chronic is tropic, hit often
You acting like them raindrops is not gon' drip
I trip make stops then I'm not gon' trip
I click then tick tock is just not gon' tick
Buried treasure
Sail in every weather
Fail the ledger
That way we could sail forever
Ahoy, I'm bout my chips like Alvin, Simon and Theodore
Apologies mi amor
I'm greedy, I needed more
Addicted by the allure
I sail out from shores
And sale out in stores
My clique, consists of hoodlums and scallywags
Pirates who pillage in the pursuit of Cali grass
My spliff, compliments of the loudest pack
Heard coast to coast like Space Ghost and Brack
My stench, couldn't afford with your per diem
Versace dreaming, might slide in Donatella's DMs
The goat, fresh off the boat but this ain't Plymouth Rock
I spin the block, winking through the scope like Fetty Wap
I'm sending shots so consider this your last call
I'm pissed off, ain't drop shit since last fall
NASA boy, I blast off then smash off
Sick like Corona but when with Quota it's mask off
Like Future Hendrix, I duck lieutenants and goose in Benzes
Niggas snitchin', might shoot the witness pray for forgiveness
Lord as my witness from jumping fences to running business
Give me a minute I flip it and stretch it like a gymnast
God Flow, Book of Guinness, Mt. Olympus
Make haters grimace this straight spitting with no gimmicks
Look around I'm in the clouds, flying nimbus
Higher pimpin, hide your bitches, find a clinic, it's the sickness
And they say, you need to get your life together, I'm still searching for the meaning
I'm on the loudest pack around and I think I hear it screaming
I hear footsteps 'round the corner, mayne, it must be the demons
Oh no
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4. |
Word To Chad
02:48
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Foot on the gas
I'm on the ave
That foreign slab
Them Texas tags
I gotta have
Wood on my dash
Leather my ass
Skating on glass
These bitches bad
These niggas mad
Put it on my tab
That's word to Chad
I need that gas
Swisher my grass
Gun in my stash
With extra mag
Had to double back
Forgot my mask
Chasing that bag
I need that cash
These bitches bad
These niggas mad
Put it on my tab
That's word to Chad
Life was so easy back on Magnolia
Keep to myself, they act like they know ya
Smile getting greasy, my heart getting colder
Thoughts get deep, as my mind get older
No love on streets, live life like a soldier
Ain't no tweets gon' stop police from killing us in the streets after pulling us over
Damn
Politicians ain't shit, bigots getting bolder
Ain't down to ride, I gotta pull over
File full of x's, Skully and Molder
Worlds on fire, I'm watching it smolder
Weapon on my waist, wear my heart on my shoulder
Pimp under pressure make a diamond out a boulder
Fucked around and came home, shoulda stayed in California
Damn
City's polluted with cowards colluding
Supporting confusion
Supporting illusions and desperate delusions
Oh that's what we doing?
Keep that shit moving
And keep me excluded
My life your amusement
I'd rather be smoking somewhere in seclusion
Foot on the gas
I'm on the ave
That foreign slab
Them Texas tags
I gotta have
Wood on my dash
Leather my ass
Skating on glass
These bitches bad
These niggas mad
Put it on my tab
That's word to Chad
I need that gas
Swisher my grass
Gun in my stash
With extra mag
Had to double back
Forgot my mask
Chasing that bag
I need that cash
These bitches bad
These niggas mad
Put it on my tab
That's word to Chad
Big body Benz back out the block
I got the drop on the op
I'm getting tailed by the cops
Had to put the stick in my crotch
Had to put the clip in the box
Hol' up
Sauce got me smothered
Bitch I'm so southern
I got it covered
Texas out to Alabam
Shoutout my fam
Shoutout XMan
Send me a strawberry Coke from Japan
Dresser got 25 lighters, bag got 28 grams
Fly to San Fran
Hit up A Geezy, I need the loudest pack when I land
Yadanamean? I said fasheez, speaking that shit that you can't understand
Versace my t, Levi my jeans, fucked around brought the beach to the sand
Sand to beach, Swisher so sweet
Monday through Sunday these niggas so weak
I'm in the building feeling like yee
A doctor like Dre keep a Mac on these streets
Sand to beach, Swisher so sweet
Monday through Sunday these niggas so weak
I'm in the building feeling like yee
A doctor like Dre keep a Mac on these streets
Hol' up
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5. |
T.G.I.T.
04:34
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Ninety-Nine problems, these niggas ain't one
Heard death 'round the corner, I'm gon' get my gun
Got a stack full of papers and all of 'em bills
Everyday that I pray, thank The Lord that I'm trill
Thank God I'm trill
Swang
Swang
Swang
Thank God I'm trill
Swang
Swang
Swang
New day a new dollar, you spend and you earn
Mo' money, mo' problems, you live and you learn
What the next man doing? That's not my concern
They told me stay humble, told me wait for my turn
Fuck that
I built this shit from the ground up
Please stay the fuck from around us
Can't swim with the sharks, you a flounder
Keep riding that wave it'll drown ya
I get the bag and I double it
You get the bag and you fumble it
What happens when rappers stop mumbling?
Real rap come back that's when the trouble hits
Gotta make moves, I can't be a stooge, I turn these tunes to profit
Turn on the news, distorting our views, perpetual nonsense and gossip
What happened to loving thy neighbor?
We treat each other like strangers
Women and children in cages
Look what America made us
Ninety-Nine problems, these niggas ain't one
Heard death 'round the corner, I'm gon' get my gun
Got a stack full of papers and all of 'em bills
Everyday that I pray, thank The Lord that I'm trill
Thank God I'm trill
Swang
Swang
Swang
Thank God I'm trill
Swang
Swang
Swang
Ninety-Nine problems, these niggas ain't one
Heard death 'round the corner, I'm gon' get my gun
Got a stack full of papers and all of 'em bills
Everyday that I pray, thank The Lord that I'm trill
Don't fuck with my energy
I show no empathy
I'm sending shots without sympathy
I hear all the chatter
It's mind over matter
Trust me I ain't flattered, it's sickening
Nat Gang till infinity, can't break our synergy
Still living life like the Kennedy's, Genovese
Family and friendship
Parking lot ran outta spots for them Benz's
Trill business, they just pretending
Acting bitches, when I say bitches I don't mean women Hol' up let me finish
Niggas trippin' like the end of a sentence
Period
How you the prince? I'm the king, you delirious
Ray meets Randy, that's macho mysterious
Yo soy el Rey, that's that bilingual shit again
Dark nights in Gotham that's why I'm so serious
Hijinks and hate from the heathens and hypocrites
Losers don't win and winners don't quit
Check the blueprint, I was built for this shit
Emcee with a hammer I stay too legit
Don't parking lot pimp, I get guac and I dip
Fuck what you heard and fuck how you feel
Death to the fake and life to the real
Thank the most high that I'm trill
Thank God I'm trill
Ninety-Nine problems, these niggas ain't one
Heard death 'round the corner, I'm gon' get my gun
Got a stack full of papers and all of 'em bills
Everyday that I pray, thank The Lord that I'm trill
Thank God I'm trill
Swang
Swang
Swang
Thank God I'm trill
Swang
Swang
Swang
Ninety-Nine problems, these niggas ain't one
Heard death 'round the corner, I'm gon' get my gun
Got a stack full of papers and all of 'em bills
Everyday that I pray, thank The Lord that I'm trill
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I'm thinking maybe I should take flight
Really lose my mind leave you outta sight
Still be on their mind when I'm outta sight
Was it wrong, was it right, was it out of spite?
I'm thinking maybe I should catch a flight
And head West, where niggas die, become a legend over night
Fuck it, ain't no contemplating when it's time to ride
I'm gassed up, masked up, N95
Top Shotta
Don Dada
Globetrotter
Versace watcher
You stanky crotcha
Go visit doctor
Break you off proper, then slow rock ya
Gun in my hand, it never jam, boom shakalaka
The way that I been feeling lately kinda got me worried
Don't question who, just pull up and shoot like Steph Curry
Revenge a dish best served cold like McFlurrys
Sweat dripping in vengeance it got my vision blurry
I'm sick of these puppets and ventriloquist
I stay Melo even when you pick a Millic
Darko, they wanna cancel me like Harpo
I got a bone to pick my thugs will meet you at the crossroads
You full of shit reciting shit from clips you seen on Narcos
It's black and white like barcodes
Fuck them podcast and talk shows
No love songs just dark flows
My phone been stuck on dark mode
The trillest in the city y'all know
I'm thinking maybe I should take flight
Really lose my mind leave you outta sight
Still be on their mind when I'm outta sight
Was it wrong, was it right, was it out of spite?
I'm thinking maybe I should catch a flight
And head West, where niggas die, become a legend over night
Fuck it, ain't no contemplating when it's time to ride
I'm gassed up, masked up, N95
Silly nigga dropping pins on your iPhone
Take you for everything you own now it's a my phone
Sound like my clones how you challenge my throne?
And it's a wrap once them nats in your fly zone
Talking like a bitch we gon' euthanize him
Play them stupid games and win stupid prizes
Pull up and get your order catch you at the drive in
Niggas thought they wanted beef until we supersized it
Slide like Toosie, feel like Tookie, tooley tucked, yea
Wanna gamble with your life you outta luck, yea
Quack, quack, Aflac better duck, yea
Ask my nigga if he strapped and he said fuck yea
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7. |
N95
02:39
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I'm thinking maybe I should take flight
Really lose my mind leave you outta sight
Still be on their mind when I'm outta sight
Was it wrong, was it right, was it out of spite?
I'm thinking maybe I should catch a flight
And head West, where niggas die, become a legend over night
Fuck it, ain't no contemplating when it's time to ride
I'm gassed up, masked up, N95
Top Shotta
Don Dada
Globetrotter
Versace watcher
You stanky crotcha
Go visit doctor
Break you off proper, then slow rock ya
Gun in my hand, it never jam, boom shakalaka
The way that I been feeling lately kinda got me worried
Don't question who, just pull up and shoot like Steph Curry
Revenge a dish best served cold like McFlurrys
Sweat dripping in vengeance it got my vision blurry
I'm sick of these puppets and ventriloquist
I stay Melo even when you pick a Millic
Darko, they wanna cancel me like Harpo
I got a bone to pick my thugs will meet you at the crossroads
You full of shit reciting shit from clips you seen on Narcos
It's black and white like barcodes
Fuck them podcast and talk shows
No love songs just dark flows
My phone been stuck on dark mode
The trillest in the city y'all know
I'm thinking maybe I should take flight
Really lose my mind leave you outta sight
Still be on their mind when I'm outta sight
Was it wrong, was it right, was it out of spite?
I'm thinking maybe I should catch a flight
And head West, where niggas die, become a legend over night
Fuck it, ain't no contemplating when it's time to ride
I'm gassed up, masked up, N95
Silly nigga dropping pins on your iPhone
Take you for everything you own now it's a my phone
Sound like my clones how you challenge my throne?
And it's a wrap once them nats in your fly zone
Talking like a bitch we gon' euthanize him
Play them stupid games and win stupid prizes
Pull up and get your order catch you at the drive in
Niggas thought they wanted beef until we supersized it
Slide like Toosie, feel like Tookie, tooley tucked, yea
Wanna gamble with your life you outta luck, yea
Quack, quack, Aflac better duck, yea
Ask my nigga if he strapped and he said fuck yea
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8. |
Kung Fu
03:44
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Making a killing vs making a living
Being the hero vs playing the villain
Untamed Gorilla, I don't see no ceilings
In a trill niggas presence when I'm in the building
Broke my back, never broke my spirit
Wrote this track so you can quote my lyrics
Everybody wanna be Goku but somebody gotta be Krillin
Snapping selfies, make your life seem thrilling
Being famous never seemed too appealing
None of my business the way that you spend it
I show more interest in the way that you get it
At the Motel 6 making harsh decisions
It was do or die, I was po' pimpin
Down a rocky road four wheel it
Jesus grab the wheel, that's lord willing
A pile of money impairing my vision
Sitting on the pot shitting counting college tuition
Coulda made about four million but trill niggas conscience is unforgiving
Had to think different just to make difference
Basqiat how I paint these pictures
Dodging fake niggas and the fake women
In Medusa's lair I hear the snakes hissing
Keep the antidote for the snake venom
Red and blues them boys stay tripping
Trying to turn my palace to a state prison
Hit the gas on they ass, imma stay whipping
Pistons pumping like I'm Blake Griffin
Pistol dumping slide the extra clip in
No weapon formed can stop me on my mission
The Kings back, your Lord has risen
Wrist on Fontainebleau
Pockets on Mountain Dew
Pussy on Majin Buu
Chop it like DJ Screw
It's lonely at the top, I need a better view
I need something new
Kicks on Kung Fu
Wrist on Fontainebleau
Pockets on Mountain Dew
Pussy on Majin Buu
Chop it like DJ Screw
I heard they taking shots but that's a dumb move
Excuse me coming thru
Kicks on Kung Fu
Talk a lot of shit and piss excellence
Heaven sent like the reverend
No evidence it's self evident
Nat Gang, gotta represent
Blue Benji's, pretty pennies, damn right, I need every cent
Hella lit, hella bent
Sipping something strong, smoking special blend
Talkers telling tales but that's just pretend
Check my resume, no LinkedIn
Never sinkin', I'm synced in
Diamonds dripping down my ink pen
Niggas downplaying my masterpiece, you sound like a hater
Put my Magic Johnson in her Master P, I should play for the Lakers
This shit is a layup
I keep it boss player, Stacy Adams my gators
These niggas can't fade us, they just imitate us
We couldn't neighbors, hello Mr. Rodgers
Hey Mr. Rager, I'm kidding my cudi
The conquering lion
The San City Savior
Wrist on Fontainebleau
Pockets on Mountain Dew
Pussy on Majin Buu
Chop it like DJ Screw
It's lonely at the top, I need a better view
I need something new
Kicks on Kung Fu
Wrist on Fontainebleau
Pockets on Mountain Dew
Pussy on Majin Buu
Chop it like DJ Screw
I heard they taking shots but that's a dumb move
Excuse me coming thru
Kicks on Kung Fu
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9. |
Jean-Michel
04:01
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Pack in the mail
Serving them feigns
I got what you need
It's fresh off the scale
They hear me they fear me or feel me, this shit really written in braille
Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel
Got art for sale
Pack in the mail
Serving feigns
Got what you need
Fresh off the scale
They hear me they fear me or feel me, this shit really written in braille
Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel
Got art for sale
Mi no comprende
Give no fuck what no bitch say
Niggas falling click bait
Must like how my dick taste
I'm all in they mouth
Just looking for clout
All in they house
But when I'm outside they scared to come out
Fake it till you make it ain't taking that route
Talking that shit that you ain't really 'bout
This ain't a front
Ain't pulling no stunts
You looking like food, I'm taking your lunch
Quit all that cap are you Captain Crunch?
I pull up, peel off and then peel me a blunt
I'm not amused
Ain't making no moves
All in my views
Turn on the tube
If you need the news
In a murderous mood
Take 'em to school
Like Bob Ross with the tool
Clint Eastwood with the mule
Leave 'em drippin' like a pool
He gon' need stitches get the spool
Pack in the mail
Serving them feigns
I got what you need
It's fresh off the scale
They hear me they fear me or feel me, this shit really written in braille
Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel
Got art for sale
Pack in the mail
Serving feigns
Got what you need
Fresh off the scale
They hear me they fear me or feel me, this shit really written in braille
Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel
Got art for sale
Peace, Church and Tabernacle
Had to hit em' with the razzle dazzle
Heard the snakes rattle like they wanna battle
Tryna fake the funk 'cause they feelings fragile
Had to step back like a Harden travel
Hear the hater talk shit left me baffled
Let em' burn like Babel hanging from a scaffold
My God is my judge no gown no gavel
You owe me than I'm 'bout to cash in
Got a Westside connection like Mack 10
My hittas can't wait till you lacking
You get packed out shit get packed in
I'm what's happening' you a has been
Correction, you a never been
Flying white dog, story never ends
Niggas sell they soul to stay relevant
Hol' up
Who the fuck gave these niggas a room to speak
Gon' end up six feet for feeling himself like Tweet
Thinking it's sweet but niggas ain't safe if these streets
Don't trust em' we dust 'em and all of my niggas prepared for the sweep
Pack in the mail
Serving them feigns
I got what you need
It's fresh off the scale
They hear me they fear me or feel me, this shit really written in braille
Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel
Got art for sale
Pack in the mail
Serving feigns
Got what you need
Fresh off the scale
They hear me they fear me or feel me, this shit really written in braille
Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel
Got art for sale
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10. |
Untitled Freestyle
02:57
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Paid cost to be the boss it was more like an investment
They hate on your success but that shit I'm never stressing
Accountant counting blessings, turning L's into lessons
More styles than Harry, I can't move in one direction
Someone call Zendaya, tell her I can be your Malcom
Smoking Monagram got me higher than a falcon
Thought they wanted smoke but they already knew the outcome
Hiatus for a year I been working on my albums
Been thinking onlygrams, that's an app for the trap
Made more money putting niggas on than I made from rap
Bitch I never left so don't be talking like I'm back
Shoulda left that boy alone now look at you it's a wrap
Shoulda left that boy alone now look at you it's a wrap
Fuck I look like laid up with Herman Munster?
Pussy smell like munster, keep your dick from out the dumpster
Preying on drunk women after hours you a predator
Hundred magazines get your issue I'm the editor
Pillow talking with these hoes, leaking information
Put pillows on they faces, apply pressure, suffocation
At one point in time I thought I'd sue for defamation
My reputations priceless so that's not a proper payment
Messy bitches on the gram talk supporting women
Turn around their favorite rapper out here sex offending
Disrespect the dead, they don't do that where I'm at
Once that shit home can't hold these country niggas back
Choosy lover, can't fuck with no rubber, word to Chad
Leak a song with Lil Baby now that bitch claim I'm the dad
Drop the tape on Friday since I'm taking out the trash
Got a text from my mama told me, this too shall pass
G Class, stained glass, bible on the dash
Using children for a check? that's now how you chase the bag
Judge entertaining bogus cases cause he racist
Clown shit, Harley Quinn vibes bitch you basic
And this that God flow
This that God flow, that Ja flow, I'm on my grizzly
I'm Pablo, Picasso, the new Divinci
Investigator spin the block again he gon' get Swiss cheesed
Don't tempt me, you missed me, I'm in your head, rent free
If it's up then it's up, when you see me better duck
Fuck around with fuckarounds fuck around and get fucked
Fuck around with fuckarounds fuck around and get fucked
Man enough is enough saved the rest for the deluxe
Hol' up
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Troy Cakeman San Antonio, Texas
Troy Cakeman is a recording artist, songwriter, audio engineer & entrepreneur.
Troy is also the owner & C.E.O of San
City Sounds, a record label, which doubles as a music services company for independent artist. His career began as member of the hip-hop quartet, The Nationals, before branching off as a solo act.
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