C. Trig (feat. Sebo816)
He is I
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Guess I'll just grab the mic and start Grip it like your heart before I rip it out ya chest Til you say that I'm the best Look a bit stressed, this ain't the job for you Face facts you know you can't do what we do My crew all raw too, make gold appear from thin air And all yall do is stare Got you runnin'then I finish you with flair Aint fair, then I hit you with that (Woooo!) like Rick Flair Attract more peeps than the county fair Been stacking stacks, don't expect me to share Rare among rare, yeah I'm one of a kind Rock and a hard place got you stuck in a bind I advise you relax ya mind, for a time I was stuck in that too Now I'm rubber to glue Try to improve, find perfection in this world Got my groove back and not that Stella girl Had my head in a whirl, made me take a step back Had to lay out new tracks for my train to ride No ticket don't slide, no time for stops No open invitations, keep my doors locked up Glocks up too, f*ck it Shouts out to Wu cuz we finna bring the ruckus Til we kick the bucket, about to make more dope shit And I ain't never gon quit I ain't ever gon sift, make my own outta nothing Shouts to teacher, said I'd never be nothing I be pressing these buttons Laying down dope percussion on these tracks Don't ask me to match cuz I won't pass Burn that bitch til it burn me back Still got plenty in the sack, in the jar too Wrong move fuckin' with dude, too raw to be subdued fools I'm to raw to belong to the new school They shit on everything that I doo doo I'm sick of all the cows and the moo moos The owls and the clucks just shut the f*ck up Listen to real one cranked to the max like the subs in the trunk And cocaine off the plaque Keys hitting hard that's cemented in the facts Like the weed in my jars and I send em out in packs The money come first this is how the money works You ain't got money you just kicking money words These are the fakes we praise them they're fucking broke And we pay them it's a fucking joke Enabled is the word I should of fucking wrote Imma keep it word til I'm dust and smoke I don't got a voice it's just fuzzy notes But I'm carried by my rasp and these lovely quotes Flow so ball it's all pain from fans with hung jaw They lost in a foolish gaze Already turnt like they finished up the page It's a game, they prolly doing to much like Rick James You know what you know about that seen it from the front lines Not a peek from the crack If want to fight truth I will piece you with facts If you wanna talk shoot I will cease you with brass The way that you walk is plastic The shit that you see is all a ruse like you strung on acid Speech is red fire like my breath smells dragon You are yellow pee that you took a bath in
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Written by: Sebastian Gamez, Tiylar Bradley
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