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