Lyrics:
I'ma show 'em
Show 'em you the realest
I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em
My equilibrium is slightly off
I'm a little bit tilted off the loudmouths
In hip hop
I'm the ladies pick all around the world
But I only got eyes for just one girl
I don't roll twirl like a ballerina
I roll through towns and I rock
quick
I'm the ladies pick all around the world
But I only got eyes for just one girl
I don't roll twirl like a ballarena
I roll through towns and I
to live in this little one horse town
I guess about six or maybe it was seven years ago
I told my wife when I left here that I'd be coming back in style
Ha
don't hit that casino
Big smoke all black in Reno
Rather add a couple O's to my BMO
I've been the don no Al Pacino
Change yeah need a little change
on the horse side
Met a little bitch on Stony Island
Said she never been to an island
Met a little bitch on Vincennes
Pulled up on her ass in a big Benz
Met
with her my light was dimmer
Not a bad thing she calmed me down like MSG dinners
Months pass by, got put in groups, ain't think much of it
Found my leg
women, kids, sunsets, clouds
And she drew
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns
Always said hello to passers-by
They'd ask her why she passed her time
I had one contact to the outside world
A phone in london and a seasick girl.
I knew what was happening but only in my part of the world
I
another lover
When we were kids in Maidstone, Sharon
I went to every wedding in that little town
To see the tears and the kisses
And the pretty lady
really wanna do right now
Is find another lover
When we were kids in Maidstone, Sharon
I went to every wedding in that little town
To see the tears
all
And you're dancing around and around in the hall.
Well, a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights
To play the piano, so you gotta
I made my way to a little town
To stay two weeks in a little house
Down at the mouth of the river called Tongue
Where it empties out from
Think we are mountains but we're just pebbles
Better yet a sand grain
Go pop a little champagne
But the people in the south of
France are not our fans
Every song is a homicide
My breath of fresh air is formaldehyde
Just let the album ride
I'm back in the zone, it's 2009
You on the browser lines
live... well, then speak and show love
And I'll show it back to you in these here flows, son
See, me, I been in ciphers with everyone from punks to thugs
Yea, four gold albums, one platinum plaque
Still shining i get my record hot
They tried to tell me keep grinding
Live in Miami
How I’m pposed to get some
the stee', come through plush in the V
Got niggas mad 'cause they payin' while we fuckin' for free
Make Trizz a household, live what I told
I only speak
Multiplied by thugs in the slums
Headquarters of corruption
Sick fools with big dreams
Who skip school sub-divide you with pistols
Headquarters of corruption
care, I'm in Turks
Drinking juice right out the coconut
About to get a shoulder rub
I know from here it's only up
Big dreams back when I was in the orange
of rappers
It’s only teachin’ your son that he
A nigga in front of crackers
You don’t see how that’s movin’ backwards?
The plight is through and through
drudging through dark tunnels with glowsticks
In the murk, committed to inner work, live and learn
Now I'm Tevin's second album, Trigga's third
Feeling
that's a life I can't live lead by way too much regret
If I lived on one album for the rest of my life
I'd have What's Going On Marvin Gaye on my cassette
I been popping my shit since preschool
I'm a little off, got some loose screws
Never capping in my raps
Lying for some streams
I said what I said
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