Lyrics:
and I knew this
You had one chance to blow and you blew it
Don't go for my turn because the next thing is
The fire within me's perpetuating
I can hear it
pimpin hoe
Raised by killas hustlas thugs in a good school district
I would live dis life again if I had da chance to pick it
Broke da rules I ran da
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
(back at it, nigga)
I was lost down low, servin' addicts for ten
My momma stressed, hope I make it back in (stressin' like a motherfucka)
I gave
represent it till the day that I die
And I didn't tell a lie
Still gon get by
Listen
This is for the homies in my hood
All the single mamas it's all
pastor
Cleaner then your ex
So off the strength, I gotta wipe his nose
Niggas round my way
Rep the same colors as ones from Hollygrove
I see my niece she
Swordfish, that's for lunch though
Room service, my breakfast
24/7 I'm flexin' (flexin')
Jackboys wanna jack the boy (no)
'Cause they know I'm 'bout my
don't know what I'm fighting for
I lost because I had to build a light inside my core
I could always lose a battle but you know I'll win this war
I tore
Ain't No Sunshine in my world like Pastor Troy
Heat you up with that oil man, Castor soy
Been around for a minute like Astro Boy
Crash in your damn
[Pastor Troy]
[Hook]
I'm representin'
I'm representin bra', them boys ain't seein' me
Know I got some cheese spendin' Gs so they into me
I'm
Through her pain and her falls
Serving up or working
We was always her main purpose
Dad was MIA
Ain't have no male to save day
I'm so thankful for my
posed to be
floor wayz be close to me
i mite stick you up if you aint really where your posed to be
im solid wit my folks but supper scandalous for
in the back drop, fat knot, smoking
Knowing that a hustla get the pussy for free
Cuties like sucking
High priced Fucking
Damn they think Dumb niggas
the gram dancing with her hands up
Do it till we can't stand up
They never look past us
Always look past ya
Call me Troy not the pastor
I'm the fire guy you
locked in the pen
Straight hustlas, caught up in the whirlwind
The other day, I thought I seen my homeboy biggie
Sayin', "Shit don't stop, nigga, no
them wey trend for TikTok
As the prophet said I'm a very bad boy
Oya give me rank as I don join cult
Or you palm my chest as your last born son
You wan
the slang you bustin'
Want it simply put? You can't rip me, when I spit for the set, everyone free
I'ma underground king, nigga Pimp C free
Word up to my
you can fit a midget in his engine
Bitch, give me them digits, why you cringin'?
Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin
Will I spend-spend even ten
ain’t care what his mouth said
Three six made you wanna hit 'em
UGK we blowing swishers
Troy the pastor preached all the scriptures
Now they claiming they
gone be on time
Pastor say they got a place for me I tell him wait for me
I keep a young n*gga with me who’ll take the case for me
I give my life for
Yeah
One time for your mind
For my hustlas... for my hustlas... yeah
Easy words to say you real, but actions prove your skill
Actors act to feel
multi-dimensional
But these ol' pussy boys, want to be Pastor Troy
Bout to get blast on, "where the fuck is my mask homes?"
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Everybody want to put
shit disastrous, we gon' pull up and just splatter (block, block)
We turn shit to Casper, pastor's gaspin' (uh, uh, uh)
Too much blood for napkins,
a track this here the cadaver
I've been going cam'ron since oh boy
Back when my pastor was troy
My sauce all black like soy
All distractions I avoid
It's
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