Trey Madness

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Dorion Smith

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Trey – All – Day

Verse1
Other day the youngin got so high I fucked around and threw up over my jeans
I was cruising down lewis street droppin some weed
I hit the j one time then I hit it again
Then I hit it one moe and started coughin and shit
Damn, this aint no regular weed
But my mentals they be racin at irregular speeds
And the indo I be blazin - aint no sticks or seeds
You see it creepin out the window when im cruising the streets
Chea, smifbrud in ya nostrils
Ya missus is on my dik and she holdin it hostage
Don’t drink a lotta beer its bad for ya posture
And its f*ck yo opinion cuz I did it wit out cha
So who is you, I aint fallin a victim to
These weak minded no soul havin puppets who
Would sell they soul for the benz or the beamer
But couldn’t look at themselves in the mirror if they was subpoenaed

Verse 2
The sun set on my crib, im in the yard in the chair chillin
And my grass greener then the j I just lit up
Coutin my blessings I thank god and stay humble
Countin this money I stack and I stay hustling
Busta! Shoulda had a v8 
You on that bullshit real niggas cant relate
Suckas act like they want beef like 3 steaks 
But wouldnt buss a grape in a fruit cocktail relay 
He say what she say but she jus say what she heard
She aint sayin shit she jus sayin shit to be heard
Pssh! Crack a 211 steele reserve
Follow me in person follow me on Reverb-
Nation im anxious runnin outta patience
You wastin ya time, im flyin high and you lower than a basement
Face it you faker then a facelift
You racin to the finish and im pacin wit a j lit, trey bitch

Verse3
In reality im selfish and reclusive
All about me and mine, I aint even denying
Time be flyin by lookin back on my life
Things I did wrong, things I did right 
Bremerton long days, 3rd and 4th grade
Days I wouldn’t change for who I am today
Reminiscing on the day when I was fresh out
My whip was hella clean and the beats would blow ya chest out
No you doin wrong - Really doin all that shit im rappin in my songs
Say you real but act fake we prolly wont get along
Smoke joints smoke blunts smoke pipe smoke bong
Smoke vape smoke hash smoke Cheech smoke chong
Ah! Smoke em all 
We jus wanna get high, high above the law
Knowin that if they could they prolly arrest us all 
but they cant so f*ck it we hot boxin in the bucket 

(After 8 measures Kool and the Gang – “Summer Madness” sample carries song out)

SMIFBRUUUD!!

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