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is weak
Cuz you only got them there
To 'Say Yes' like Floetry
The clique that I oversee ain't
Impressed by ya poetry
You're the place you're supposed

pray I close a chapter, like it's no before or after
And putting my pen in the trash, like Damn, guess that's all that he had
They pray he fall in

I'm standing in the choir
Thinking bout a time to sin
While all the pastors preaching high
Thinking bout a lot of money
That is sitting in my fire

can't name a rapper like me in the six (You can't)
And that's facts
I hit this beat once and I said that's that
That's that? Nah, but that's cap
Cuz

dazed when I sip that (Whoo!)

Damn! she got them thighs for days

copped me a belly dancer (Wait)

Waist on fleek like, Pastor pray for me

That babe's

Fuck being famous
Oooooooouuuuuuuhhhhhh
Yeah!
I give you all that I got
Yeah!
Ooooooooouuuuuhhhhhhh
I give you all that I got
Tell me that you need

It was all good just a week ago
I Rolled over, hit the snooze
It was 10 to 4
Looked at my bitch
kissed her forehead
Like I gotta go
Got up

swear that I've been prayin' as if it's the language I speak
Yeah, yeah, I know that you can hear, but do you understand me?
From all these demons, I

Use that charm
Like Granger (leviosa)
And things they're getting stranger
But what's the danger
Only thing I see is an empty manger
And you'll be

Yeah, brand new roses
Ashes, ashes we all fall down

CapsCTRL
This is Troy on the track bitch

Yeah, I'm drowning

Let's go

I'm drowning, I

Me and God one n one like a college free throw
I made it down to the altar, needed prayer
Pastor say amen, that was all clutch
Moving through the crowd

the kill like I'm John Wilkes Booth
You're a fool, you're a tool
Society, that's all fucked by the system

Barbecued babies that were through out to the zoo

Work Remix

French Montana

Trap Lord [Clean]

2013

what you're worth
Yeah, put in work, spray his a** in front the Church
Deacon said I did my s***, the pastor said, "That n**** turnt"
Pop my collar

Work [Remix]

French Montana

Trap Lord

2013

what you're worth
Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the Church
Deacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, "That nigga turnt"
Pop my collar

no
Man it's a omen
Holden I thought you told em I
Rode this beat like it's stolen it is
But bro it's golden I had
To give em the coldest
The flows that

a sword
I know you have money hidden away but you hoard it
Oh
You know it's harder for a rich man to go through the eye of a needle or something like that
I

don’t even know that the
Devil was an angel
I’m able, no Cain, to heal the disabled
Then march like the month before April
Now may you, take two
Minutes

consistent lil bastard
Ballin like Westbrook scoring and passing
Talking to God, Don't believe in no pastor
Two hundred in cash I be running them racks up
All

out a coward
Rebuild your strength like the new Trade Towers
I thought that I was over, my life got devoured
Now I'm on top and I pray for all

like a bay blade aye
Cali-to-the-ente uh bih I'm sippin ok hold up fetty
Im troy wit the safety y'all Plaxico Burress
Got hella stamina call me mr

’m never turning back
No I’m never looking back
Get it in yes by the racks
I hope all my music smacks
Jealous talking smack
No I do not fuck with that
All

off the real, but I feel on the hard
I'm a one-on-one nigga, if you got me, you lucky I all in that A-course, I watch Troy Young get buggy
I'm stacking

dusted
But took something away out of every moment I suffered
So y'all can go on and judge it
There's a reason that I'm tellin baby girl she gotta practice

waiting
Had to be patient perfecting this cadence
When I was kid I didn't have vacations
All that I had was imagination
Create simulations that's so