Lyrics:
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
He meant to hit Preme
Shot up the nigga Rover over by the Coliseum
I remember laying up fucked
Up in the hospital troy and Bags would visit
Troy had
(HOOK)
I see people dying everyday what's happening?
The pastor told me that the world is fucking ending
Got my niggas coughing and sneezing they
I go
[Pastor Troy]
The underground puttin it down fo 5 years
the blood, the sweat, the motherfuckin tears
I'm livin the life of a young drug lord
everyday,
"Boy you better clean up your room before you go outside and play"
[Prince Poetry]
Yo Monch you can remember when we used to play skelly way back
closed doors
No more, open sores
With the lights low
Music in my ears
Changed within the years
Man Troy you're a weird one
Fine by me, everybody copes
he hits the mic like Mix-master
This the Battle of Troy with no Pastor
Slicker than a can of oil with no Castor
Chill in the front of the flight,
to trip
But I made up with no style while I bought me some kicks
So if you want the drama holler at ya boy
[Kanye West]
Original rude boy like Pastor Troy
The project babies gang bangin', hangin' and pistol slangin'
Pastor Troy ass ready, to killin' and stealin' just to make it
I pistol-whipped a nigga for
of damn shame
And yous a damn lame thankin that my fo don't ride
So Paul will work them all y'all to the east side
[Hook]
[Pastor Troy]
Last but not least
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
Gang Marco
Soulja did it first Youngboy better
Like the replies on Twitter
Boy this ratio better
We ready for whatever
Just like Pastor Troy
Jacquees
what Christ teaches us
Pay your tithes and offerings
Many pastors preaching
Is been a struggle in life everyday
How to get the heaven get the money
In
pulled over by Philly police
I just made a Hundred thousand to put in my piece
In what seems like a year but it was really a week
Ain't Lil Troy but I
Pastor Troy:
A sad day for da rap game im about to tell em my name(Pastor!!!!!)
a.k.a they call me megatron da cepracon i flip into a gun and burn
Y'all know what time it's
Your boy Pastor Troy going up
What it is Nick?
It's for all my niggas gettin that money
I'm a money junkie, nigga
I'm
I'm right here chillin' beside that nigga Turnpoint
If he turns Runtz, was playin' wit the boy
A nigga speaking wisdom to the streets like Pastor Troy
want to play with that toy
Droppin' this heat like an asteroid
Good in the south like Pastor Troy
Pull up aside of a 1977
Sittin' back and sippin' my
Nigga, I'ma up the score
Every day, fuck different hoes, switch a bitch up every show
Treat a bitch like Pastor Troy, but, baby, I ain't your average
the past be the past
Let bygones be bygones
The one that pulls the sword the same tool he dies on
The pastor told me in the church
Yeah I heard wise words
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 lies coming from the pastor
God believe me
I am achieving
Just not a open book
Can't get by off looks
Step in and popping with crooks
I know what I want
See now I went to the club and I ran into this girl
And she was telling 'bout how she feel and everything
Her name was New York
But she said Troy
See now I went to the club and I ran into this girl
And she was telling 'bout how she feel and everything
Her name was New York
But she said Troy
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