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Artist: Big Ham
Song Title: That Trill Shit
Album: Love Of Hip Hop & Hustle Vol 2
Typed By aaron.hamilton08@yahoo.com

Intro: (Big Ham)
Intro:  yeah

My first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Well, by myself at least
And anyone who disagree can go

and to go for courage
I got to master the plan, so I don't need a ghost
Representing the light of God, covered in gold
My own people intimidated by my own

an album to make bitch, check my thread
And you know that I ride in the tank bitch, check my treads
I'm on the web
I'm on the web, I'm on the web
I'm

wanna do ya dance step,  2 step with the drink in they hand wit they hands up, 

If it's beef than you already got ya hands up, plus you standing up, so

that truth. My truth indeed

Yeah I gotta get up in the mornin’ and I could use some sleep
The stones came on the jukebox. We’re a couple albums deep

their (Mic) Mikes Jacked, call it "this is it" (Michael Jackson's Last Album)

I spit the "INTro" softly, so real fans can listen in

Clubs get their

fucking cause panic
Fuck all that shit I like it when its classic
Swerving in lanes, I'm avoiding all traffic
Peterman gang I hit them niggas up
Tell em

load. barely hitting the gym so I'm growing extra elbows. I been drinking lime,finally  watched coraline. makeshift margaritas everyday keep me in a daze.

Everybody lookin At me like something done changed
I just been busy you know I gotta collect my change 
And I’m just cruising in the whip w chris he

steal her purse
Hit by a car check my pulse
Just remember
I will do it for the kids
I will rise to the top
I will do it for the kids
I will stay true

when I drop projects
They tails is tucked
The album is on the speakers of bitches I used to fuck
Now I'm getting threatened by niggas I used to trust
My

to me
I put value in you and me
And in return I got ghosted and you didn't wanna talk to me

I apologized for shit I didn't even do
Let me take you back

that made the difference between hits and album flops
And being the toughest act follow
Watch that black boy fly like Arron Afflalo
The apollo's just

paths or are we following the signs?
Oh my
Another dream about the after life
I keep seeing bad visions man I wonder if it's time
There's a dark soul in

revenge
The metrics
The slander
By legacy standards
I look to be helpless
And stranded
They've taken advantage
I've taken my damage
Just wait till my album

to make up so you purchased my album
Fuck how I feel cause you wanted this outcome

Spill all your feelings that shit hit the floor
Cry all your tears I

as validation
But now I’m with it 
Forget the critics
I know I made it 
Demons in my head 
They start to get to me 
Hurting that my music ain’t capture thoughts

just getting by
2019 I had my twizzy and a dream
2020 I got caught up on the meaning
Gotta hit the bottom just to find the bottom feeders
Gossip might

the concrete
Truth be told I can make an album in one week
All I need is some pain and some loose leaf
And watch the booth turn spooky like trick-or-treat
I've

Burn you all in your palace
Make you stand you got no talents 
I eat your fans you got no power 

I develiop and relush 
cll of your trellush you cannot

Made to order, flow filthy like slave quarters
They download, but still hit the store and pay for us
They want the whole shabang, wicked with the vocal

apparition a camera all of a sudden she's an actress and she grabs
Me by my neck and shows me what I could've been confessing from the start
Hey, X out the one

about when I rhyme
Range from fuck crimes to tough times
Line to line it's all mine
But dmac produced it

The bars by Tres Louis
Popping off in hip hop