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Trevond

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Yeah uh
Remember when I used to eat Nothing but bread and butter
And as a youngster
I wanted more
I've got a hunger
Putting in work complaining
Just remain for suckers
I see people work they whole life And still they suffer
Trying to set my whole life Straight
Even if I don't go down as a great
My family still remaining paid
Because of the steps
I took to make it this way
No Phillip
My city mourning a prince when I pass away
Now check it
Haters told me
I should hang it up and get a job
You couldn't make a hit if you Was working with the mob
You better get your act together Clean it like a mop
People won't bump the shit that You drop nigga you ain't hot
But took a shot and low and Behold the plan unfolds
F*ck playing society's games
Man that shit is old
Couldn't hold me back in Shackles like I'm tied with rope
If I was rap's messiah
Come back 3 days later
Haunt you hoes
Make you shake more ass
Than a pornhub compilation
Can't deny
That the boy style intoxicating
I made it far because of God
I ain't sold to Satan
Yeah I'm reppin for my county Big shout out to mason
Always watching my moves
Like they do surveillance
My name always come up
In they conversations
My last tape
Off the charts
If it's any consolation
Man you couldn't drop that shit Like you was constipated

Everybody doubt you
When you starting out
But they'll throw roses
At your feet
Roses at your feet
And when you coming up
And finally take the stage
They'll throw roses at your feet
Roses at your feet
When you start to be the Greatest and you living life
They'll try to
Down you in the streets
Down you in the streets
But when I die
And they place me in my casket
You'll throw roses at my feet
Roses at my feet

Yeah roses at my feet
Yeah roses at my feet
Yeah roses at my feet
Yeah roses at my feet

You ain't shit
You ain't ever gonna see the Dream
Or be behind the scenes with the Stars you see on big screens
Only mixed didn't ever grow up From the streets
That's the type of fuel
They put the match
To the gasoline
Created and sparked a fire
Within me that made a fighter
The drive man it made me wiser
F*ck around and maybe just hire
A couple haters of mine
That always put me down prior
To me being in a higher
Position here just to fire them
But I can't be that guy
2 Wrongs never made a right
Can't make another life
Worse out of spite
But how can I be worse than Some of the stuff out now
Some claim to be rappers man But I wonder how
With the shit they talk about
That's no doubt
Just to gain some clout
Or is it the labels mouth
You playing puppet now
Dog that shit is played out
Shit is played out
You a rapper
But without the second p
Telling all these kids lies
And showing them false dreams
In the trap flashing money in the TV
Projected to the kid now that's What he wanna grow to be
Hanging with the thug niggas
In the backstreets
Not knowing about the flip side With that reality
The broken homes and the Broken hearts of families
Who had to witness they own
In cuffs just for selling keys
His heart sunk in his stomach When they yelled freeze
Word got to his mother
Then she fell on knees
Little homie had court on the 17th
Going to the penitentiary
You doing 1 to 3
See you rap for the clout
I rap to get free
From what these labels
Wanna portray us to be
See you rap for the clout
I rap to get free
By the same industry
That made and raped
Both you and me

Everybody doubt you
When you starting out
But they'll throw
Roses at your feet
Roses at your feet
And when you coming up
And finally take the stage
They'll throw roses at your feet
Roses at your feet
When you start to be the Greatest and you living life
They'll try to
Down you in the streets
Down you in the streets
But when I die
And they place me in my casket
You'll throw roses at my feet
Roses at my feet

Yeah roses at my feet
Yeah roses at my feet
Yeah roses at my feet
Yeah roses at my feet

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