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Trevond

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Hustlers get your hands up
Bad bitches now
Get your hands up
To everybody representing
Get your hands up
Check it out yo yo yo

The Michigan prince is back
Banging on wax with hot tracks
Ain't no rest for the wicked
It's never time to relax
Wickedest lyricist
Hit and run it like Dax
Shepard up to the max
Spraying mcs like the cans of axe
I've been stackin racks
They done overload the slacks
Just from writing raps
And performing with the pack
Word to my momma
I keep making commas
Hit you with the drama
Steady cooking niggas
Like I'm Benihana
Me and the team like Sinatra
Lyrical nirvana
How is it I'm flipping more cake Than Betty Crocker
You got to
Give respect to a nigga hustle
Use the muscle and demand my Money on the double
Yeah
Gutterrose the empire
And we striking back
From a distance like Bruce Willis
Living fearless
Women used to diss this
Now they see the sex appeal Since a brother be luxurious
I'm the man with the jams
Never had a master plan
Get the crowd of niggas hype
Got them eating out my hand
100 grand get it and flip it up With my peeps
And my family
Buy houses
And them wrangler jeeps
When you see us in the streets
Ball like Miami heat
We be zooming lanes
Crew's gold chains
About a thousand a piece
Shine never cease
To all my hustlers get it anyway You can and make the cheese

And it's like this and like that
Someone let them know that the wicked prince is back
To all my hustlers raise your bottles and your glass
Tonight we show the haters that we got it like that
Like that
We got it like that
Like that
We got it like that
Like that
We got it like that
Like that
We got it like that

Give love to city
If you with me holler at me
We be popping off
Like a teenage kid with acne
Celebrations at the club
Like a scene from Great Gatsby
But brothers hold the Nicholson's in case they wanna Jack me
Don't ever let em get you down
Be steady hold your crown
Make it through the dark days
And the light will come around
They use to crack jokes
Told me that I wasn't black Enough
The hood won't ever show you Love
I chose to prove them wrong
Light skin with the skill
Watch they head spin
NWA with the mic like Ren
17 of age I was filled with rage
Writing lines every day
Just to get away
Escape from the self hate
And depression got me chained Like I'm locked away
Had to break free
Niggas laughed
When I said I wanted to mc
That just added fuel to the fire See
You don't look the part
You ain't flash designer
You ain't got no hoes
You whip a fucking Chrysler
Been hanging with Troublemakers since I was Minor
Living at 807 thats North Lavinia
Then I moved to 4th ward In 04
Learned the street galore
Hanging outside the corner store
Facts
Mobbing with the skaters
Cigarettes and papers
Explored the city
With the players
Accepted by the pack
All those times
Gave a nigga game
Now it's time to reign
In my city someones always Bringing up my name
Hit the Tiki
Get a little freaky with the dames
It's funny when them old flames Come to hang
Now I'm balling out like Serena
Champagne chilled on ice
From the freezer
Charge it to the visa
Man please
Don't get this shit misunderstood
Took a while to get here
But now it's all good

Yo it's like this and like that
Someone let them know
That the wicked prince is back
To all my hustlers
Raise your bottles and your glass
Tonight we show the haters
That we got it like that
Like that
We got it like that
Like that
We got it like that
Like that
We got it like that
Like that
We got it like that

Yeah
Trevond
Have to give my shout outs
Everybody from north
South east to west
I'm coming to you live and direct
Thank you
For fucking with a brother
Everybody out in LA and New York man
Much love
Much love appreciated
Even people internationally
That be giving me play like UK
I see you
231 Representing
We blowing up like Armageddon

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