Lyrics:
You see me diggin' in my gold
I'm a ghetto bastard and when I'm smokin' on 'dro
I get the munchies directly after
I made doe by offing hoes in
dudes should offer forgiveness
'cause frontin' like you ill gets yourself torchered by killers
in Newyork I'm the realest
predicted by fortune
sandwich bags and Arm and Hammer
With a scale I'm going hammer
Trap jumpin I got junkies watchin burglar bars and cameras
Broke a block down to rocks
muthafuckers just like to spray
Verse 1: (Pastor Troy)
I'm from the ghetto, Jerry Springer, BET
Bout a million muthafuckers in there trapped with me
Troy Davis
Beware, Clive Davis swarming to your art form
Cause there's a party goin' on
Hotel, motel, I'm goin' in
Don't care what they spent
Can't
slim
I ain't young
But I'm thug by the mug
And I shot up a club, I'm still shooting my shot just because
Captured the flag
Let's call it a Dub
I'm
change, change, change
(repeat)
You can be like Pastor Troy and them New Orleans boys
Everyone flossin' up in the toys
Candy coated chevy comin with
head they got no choice
I'm a million dollar nigga thats what
I do slow down music by Watts and Screw
everyday watch out for the boys in blue
nigga I use
to me
I'm draped down in Givenchy
I just put blue guts in the 'Rari
Rich niggas on the intersection, I'm sorry
Bust down watch and shades by Bvlgari
Invite you into my home and slit your wrist
And drink your blood and use my fist
To shove it down your throat
All the way down to my Goat
That's tattooed
and you're feeling the pressure
Running away don't get hit by the weather
Going straight down when you're running the measure
Teaching you skill I'm like
lost my mother)
Your mother? (my mother) I'm sorry (No son, that's fine)
(See life is full of ups and downs but God said)
*singer* the storm won't last
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
I can save the day, if you need me I'm by the way
Keep nobody in the circle that I keep you there's no way
If you won't let me in I'm kicking down
starting early and we're going long
Come on, come on, come on the party's on
We got the tailgate down
Got the music turned up
Passing around some powerful
on)
We're starting early and we're going long
Come on, come on, come on
The party's on
We got the tailgate down
Got the music turned up
Passing
top get shot or stabbed to death
The only favor that I'm giving out
To haters is a faster death
You gon' need a pastor next
Your body what the pastor
Getting down-right stupid
But I am special
IRL
And I am here to prove it
Yeah this is how we do it
Getting fluent with this music
I'm born to kill like
Put the cartridge to your head
This ain't no game boy
Bringing destruction
I'm the same wooden horse
That was used to invade Troy
Put you to the test
If
Catch you alive you a wild one
If you show up with fist you gone get run
Lookin at your mans where you come from
I'm the pastor of the church you are
no more, but I know that if I stop
I'll be another nigga headed to heaven, hangin' with 'Pac
These motherfuckers look at me like I'm a slanger
I just can't keep up the pace
Tired of running away
And I'm all over the place
Man, I'm a mess, need rest in peace by palm trees and the waves
I got
that bed
You heard what I said, but we heard you scared
Now I'm playin' by my name, that's my name
I'm playin' by my name, that's my name
I'm playin' by
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