t.r.o.y

rest in peace to the real ones

i take a sip

better henny and i spell something

to prepare for your date cause the will come

og told me one that have pied and built one

remorse for the lames

i don't feel nothing

when the prada come in

that's so my income

and one dollar but i lost a couple friends y'all

i lost a couple to the jail

sales inside

i lost a couple to the rip babe in the cemetery

the real shit is never when memory blurry

never did my nigga drop jewels now truly always saw me

nobody got you

like you got you

keep my circle tight cause i got a block of intruders

niggas play the homie roll but the importuners

flip my daughters in the eyes

you said i gotta do this

passport to stand caught where our rumors

i wake up on my grind like every day

no way

but i need every cake

got a direct line on some steady wave

fresh off the boat and delivery to every state

cellphone

keep them best service

or whatever souls in a while got me nervous

talking to my slime on a line

ecstatic first thought

and he will fuck up automatic

cause it's tragic

when you're sitting in the court room

acting like the phone tap tapes

you know 'bout every diamond shits creep

the gavel swim and it hit deep

deep down in your heart you know they got you deep

i'm going for the top

spot it all cold

and coming at the kings neck like paul george

whoever got the crown i want a different small in on

even if it don't

flip my hand out tilt it off

boy you speak like you juffy at the wall dwarf

and fuck your girl and standing up

and making up a world crow

worldwide hustler

the money and

i'm all way to travel and somebody call war

the kid lyin' in the mean zone

and playin' times that i shoot and your teams on

but my daughter

everything she wanted for christmas

but i ain't having wishin'

daddy had a hit list

and i'm 'bout to start checkin' rappers niggas off

watch me kill these niggas

whoever stays off

i'm just getting where i came for and i'm still me

even when you cut the fame of music