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pocket, around my waist, I feel like Pastor Troy
I put some shit together outside my lot, it look like Parts Galore
All my niggas will fight, they in that

naimless, to some, I'm Troy Davis, but none of that matters in comparison to my changes, I'm making, 

Daily, shaping, a future, where all the haters

around that gangster shit like Pastor Troy

Loose lips sink ships so the circle got tight
I wink eye lids, smoked purple, third eye 
I am who i am, who I

the birds
And felt stimulated
Step aside from harsh words insinuated
Or else let your mental temple
Be infiltrated by instigators
I’m a beast with the beats

my Dad so I got it like that
Got it like that! Genius Level Talent
Ain’t no Bricks In My Backpack when I’m out on Troy Ave
Except ‘bricks’ for these

the pound put yo hand down
Boy
Might turn Baltimore or Illinois
Harvey said thank God that it's a boy
Preach to these niggas
Shout out to Pastor troy
Niggas

me when I walk cuz I'm dripping in sauce
Get money, work hard that's what I was taught
What's up big mouth?
What's up big talk?
Pastor Troy 98 whatever

i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed

Frame Me

Pastor Troy

Face Off

2001

[Pastor Troy]

Verse 1:

It was this muthafucker hi' about the got damn N.A.R.C.'s
To see how quick to get the ki in college park
I knew him from

using the universe to disperse
You to my newest verse
Taking it as a advantage boy
Your vantage point
Is Manson poised
Piggyback like Pastor Troy
I'm not

you can ask Troy
I was far from the bag just like the last floor
Can't move around looking fly boy
I catch flights not feelings I'm a fly boy
Do

dry
I been through way too much, you can't offend I
Plus I'm knowin' one true self, you tryna get by
I don't  Hang around with niggas, just tryna get

slick, the oil castor
I'm in a different space, you couldn't get in with NASA
Like pastor, Troy we ready
Me and Eddie we get to the fetty
You couldn't stop

wit us today then he gone pay by tonight
Headshots only, bro say he won't play wit yo life
You know I'm quick to cut you off lil bitch, I lay with

the oil castor
I'm in a different space, you couldn't get in with NASA
Like pastor, Troy we ready
Me and Eddie we get to the fetty
You couldn't stop

to no preachers
And I'ma live to the limit till my ass drown by the reapers

I been travelin' this road so long
So many different paths I'm on
And I don't

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch I do to this shit dolo
Swear to God I'm tired of feeling sorrow
I just got to live for tomorrow
Took my own route

Decatur, we don't deal with no
Hatter
Rich like buck head
I'm bout that bread
Like pastor troy
We was ready
Hatters wasn't getting no play
In the a
I'm

Pastor Troy CD Brother
We ready

What you talking about
Ain't no more Playin's
Yeah
This is what the fuck you see

What you talking about
Ain't no more

on probation
Still probably high getting by
Trying to overcome his passed mistakes
While passing jays
Hard to listen what the pastor say
Family members pass away

head faced to heaven on yaw
Young hustler keep that shit in your teeth when your by me
Blue they eyes up then put poison ivy in their I.V

Hook:

I be

a hustler, no time for chilling
Phone my connect, I'm about to make a killing
How can man owe me dough
And try not pay me back?
They wanna turn J Hus

pieces for 100 for 100
Gun shots blasting niggas running
Niggas running
Niggas coming through in box Chevys
Box Chevys I ain't pastor Troy
But we ready we

then I kick it wit ya

Full time vet, I be working on my day off
Pastor troy og, shawty smoke his damn face off
No beef, I'm dripping A1
Play Hard shit