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Small Time

Lil' Troy

Sittin' Fat Down South: Platinum Collection

2003

momma, she don't have to work no mo' 

I pay the bills by the flow from the studio 

And I was out in the game by old players and G's 

Hollerin 50

Or is there more to the eye there allowing 
Or maybe we just zombies stuck up in the closet 
Tell your boy yeah is got it 
Too many times turned away for

of what’s to be coming
Like I cum in your eye so you won’t see me fucken cumming no lie
Like a butterfly with no wings shit I st st studder till the fat lady

about division, with your scissors, looking blinded sheesh
I put on for my people in the streets
Eyes seen things that you won’t believe
Eyes wide open,

longer than the rest of em, only God knows what's left of my clock
They used to tell me boy you're never gonna make it, I just kept my head to the stars

on irritated skin
I kill the vibe in my vicinity
Your sickness I'm the remedy
You filthy rich celebrity
No pussy-boy offending me
FiLFFF
Get the fuck away from

when they see the Tarboosh
I always shoot High and Superior got aboriginal blood
‘Power Within' is just that, not some amorphus man from above
 
Your

locked up
Hard to read his letters now
Twenty years later
Fucking system
Need to let him out
Polaroid pictures
Corduroy britches
Learned as a boy
We should

Once we leave out the atmosphere, We going light speed until we arrive, so buckle your seat belt and get get yo mothafuckin mustache right. Yup, it's

just a fuck nigga, that boy ain't no opp,

I'm back on the road, tryna get to that guap
Move out the city, I'm tired of the block
You ain't get no money,

and it's Equality

You know the vibes
No sleep hella tight
Yeah we ride
I got your six panga
Fighting side by side
Made a lot of mistakes
That i'm tryna

and pencil
I close my eyes and lay out the map
Up to the home state out to California 
I got a schedule I don't know If I'll be able to make it back
Now my mom

with your eyes, stack cash then stunt
Dump your problems in the ash tray, fire up you some'ing
Why try to play catch up, breathe easy stay humble
Cutty

for the tight red eyes
Jumped in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set
The blunt went out, but we aint done yet
Get another one blaze like its

through these trees
Like the wind, I'm a nuisance
Plan on moving out of state
When I graduate
Getting two degrees
I ain't got the time to play
Boy you

gone I'm a leave it to my kids
We done fell out and it is what it is
Wish you the best and go handle your biz
You crossed the line and there's nothing

know, many niggas just do this shit for clout
Do this shit for the paper, or do this shit to get out
No doubt, I respect that, to each his own
But my eyes

Treat you so good cause you're
Only what you're lyin' your fire's so quiet
They see through your mind and
Your iris, your eyelids
Your eyes can't define

time I sip my cup it cost me like 10
Hundred dollar swisha, take yo girl faster than Twista
Only come by god is when I’m lookin in the mirror
Red eyes, I

down with firm might insurance will tell
The payout was costly
Smoke filled jump out
Skydiving no parachute
Free fall ten seconds
There's an exit if your

that everyone becomes involved
Either by love or war my niggas will move forward
Feeling absolved
Fuck anybody that disapproves
I see the fear in your

longer, you make me feel just like i
cant live without you even though i cant live with you boy
your just like chocolate and im addicted to you baby.

quiet, he was shy a stay-at-home sort of guy
Someone you'd trust your sister with he had a twinkle in his eye
But they said he was psychotic
They called

It makes some men outta boys
Who think about lookin' fancy
They on the Gram
Flexin' money in they hands

Out here lookin' like a lick
Close to you is