Lyrics:
tell by the gold up in my mouth
School dinners had the ticket cah I never grew up rich
Still rich in soul
Teacher said I won't be shit what the fuck do
Easton Hope he had a
Faithful masterplan and a friend below
One of the kind that leaves
Different traces in the snow
All that's not friend is foe
button no benjamin button
When ever we loving there is no lovin’
I told you it’s lovely I know just who I am
Won’t be pinned down by no woman or man
Sleep
missing
Everything's so iffy now
Everything's so iffy now
Can we please head back down south?
Christian Dior's with the bag to match
Deep in the city, you
Keep your girl
I got your momma
In my pocket
I got the key
To the locket
Push start the whip
Down the road I'm speeding
Done with shawty ass
First
name and you might get shot.
'It's Ninelives mutha' fucka' 'till I drop.
When the guns go off they pop.
We leave your body outlined in chalk.
If you
[Chorus x2]
[Royal T]
Six in the morning, haters at my door
Fresh Nikes squeeking by the bathroom floor
Out my back window, I made my escape
Haters know
bought on Jamaica Ave.
Drivin' up and down in your broken jag
Ya hustle, I gotta knock it, cause you ain't makin a prophet
Ya dreams of being famous
Knowing that my fan base stretches like elastic
Jaw droppin beats like its better than the last shit
But still, I’m in the paint by the basket
This that
a long ways
Bout a couple minutes til I'm on stage
Niggas know I gotta hell raise
That's for my father in a cell caged
Betcha Bottom dollar ima be
blood in your veins, helpn you thru your pains
Everyone stay in their lanes
We side by side, rollercoaster ride
Ups and downs, smiles and frowns
We got it
of many battles
Broken bottles and black eyes
Disguise on my face, when we kick the door down
The Fury's in the house tearing up the town
Dad, you're from
just make it two,
Yeah, sometimes I really feel that I was born to win
Though not just given it, more like putting my hours in
Plus lately, its been
They tryna make me somethin' that I'm not, nah, I ain't into that
Postin' on the 'gram that's funny, but y'all got hit and never spin it back
I
a poltergeist
Baby let's vibe, make up your mind
Cuz once my name is known nationwide
I will not let you decide
Hurry up because you're wastin' time
Girl you look
end up dead I can work as an architect
How I turn all of these heartbeats to flats
I saw my lil brother pale in his casket
I'm not going to lie this
The things you won't take are coming in groups
The people abused the trust you had
And now you don't want it back
[Chorus]
of town
Oh, what a friend this town has in Jesus
If you look at what John Roland has tore down
Before the spirit touched his soul
He kept the streets
I'm gone
You can't get ahold of me
So long
It's coming over me
I fly by
And shatter the speed of sound
Sky High
And I never wanna come down
Oh Yeah
targetted as what's poppin
This is not O. Trice's problem
Real name, no gimmicks, get it regardless
Steel guard up, don't trust A&R's cause
If they knew
see it in these eyes
I will not let you dictate how I live and how I die
The more things you sow the more things I burn
Never will you see me fall
you're not laughing now
[Chorus]
Many years have gone by my friend
So many miles down the road
The well still runs and I ride the spokes
Each new
i'd been saved
so I let you in
oh I let you in
yeah then you took advantage of me
and then I let you down
oh I let you down by telling you
I thought I
Uh
Girl, trying to work this out (No no)
I know its hard (Yeah)
So I'll put it down like this (Listen baby)
Girl you got me in the zone
I
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