Lyrics:
on feet
Mad as fuck, sad as fuck, callused up
Times is hard life is rough
No dice, mice, and a hoe for real its been 20 years since your record deal
You
Mmmmmm
Finesse
The Underdoggg
I got Troy in my blood, 518 in my veins
From the city of fake love, in the air you feel the hate
I got snaked out by my
want it, test my peoples I'll blast the boy
Pull out them twin desert eagles, like I'm Pastor Troy
Man I've been through some rough winters
And plush
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
dancing
Getting this check and they never bouncing
So all I need is fast money and fast cars
New money I can't shout see I hustle for the paper and you know
a Rich Man.
Bridge:
Gonna get me some money, Gonna get me some money,
Gonna get me some money, money, money.
“If I Was A Rich Man” Written by Troy
me funny
Oomp Camp in dis bitch
Where the fuck is the money
My Pastor told me forever represent for my team
Make them niggas come clean or bust
don't never come fake
I'm 'bout to hit Dove Way, just past Troy's
I'm dippin' by myself, I'm 'bout to call up my boys
I pass up the corner I see some
don't never come fake
I'm 'bout to hit Dove Way, just past Troy's
I'm dippin' by myself, I'm 'bout to call up my boys
I pass up the corner I see some
eye
Shooting jumpshot like Brent
Barry, Kyle Korver, jason Terry
And if a nigga try to take
My cash, no Pastor Troy, but we ready
Jumping out the gym
try
And now I do it less and for us on what's better right?
It was hard at the Time now it's easy to have cut most ties
This story here should be
[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
Wayne and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy Bason
Thrown to the dungeon, for your spongin'
Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your total
Wayne and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy Bason
Thrown to the dungeon, for your spongin'
Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your total
show you mine
And don't say money I put it all on the line
And you can't fuck with me because my niggas is the grind
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
Okay,
I'm
Daddy's side
Original blood line
Ain't no lacking for chief
Bitches got questions
And I got answers
I'm taxing fa the D
Pastor Troy we ready both sides
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
Bad bitch need some Percskis (four, bitch)
Money long like centipede (course)
Keep a hunnid rounds near me (of course)
Sellin' Xans to the pastor
boy
Yota boy
Yota boy
Real Macoy
No the decoy
Who That boy
I'm That boy
Call me Floyd
Pretty boy
Making noise
We ready
Like
Pastor Troy
Shaking um
The Black Book making the planets twirl
Gotta mention Pastor Troy We Ready I Declare War
Man that Mac Shell Shocked lyrically kickin' force
David Banner
I paid for it fair and square
So the pleasure’s all mine
But this ain’t chick-fil-a
This stay open on Sundays
Money make the pastor preach
And make
BKGO Production
DJ Mike Tate, Freddy D, MC Assault an' BKGO
We doin' this shit wit Lil' Flip, Baby D, Killa Mike, Pastor Troy
You know it's goin'
respect for 'em
They don't meet the expectations I have set for 'em
I told 'em work hard that's all I expect from 'em
They overwhelmed by the task I have
of the opus baby
What you got a feeling for
I can show you new things
Have you feeling spiritual
Pastor Kerney Thomas to these hoes, miracles!
Yeah OK they
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