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create
Boy, I'm actually great
Homie, I used to stash cracks by the gate
(aaahh) the couple stacks I would make with
The MAC on my waist
I could send

Who Gonna Die Next?

Sunz of Man

Freedom of Speech

2004

Freedom of Speech, Article One
G.G.O., Sun of Man, Rabbi Razah, do the Knowledge

Daddy was a gangsta, mommy was a hustler
But she fell in love

slick, the oil castor
I'm in a different space, you couldn't get in with NASA
Like pastor, Troy we ready
Me and Eddie we get to the fetty
You couldn't stop

Florida, Tennessee, Alabama

My pistol's blarin', what?
An' I'm not carin', tell 'em
Because I'm ready for action

These niggas think I'm playin'
My

Decatur, we don't deal with no
Hatter
Rich like buck head
I'm bout that bread
Like pastor troy
We was ready
Hatters wasn't getting no play
In the a
I'm

what I create boy, I'm actually great
Homie, I used to stash cracks by the gate
The couple stacks I would make went to Mac on my waist
I could send

My Dream

Chamillionaire

Mixtape Messiah, Vol. 4

2008

pulled over by Philly police
I just made a Hundred thousand to put in my piece
In what seems like a year but it was really a week
Ain't Lil Troy but I

then I kick it wit ya

Full time vet, I be working on my day off
Pastor troy og, shawty smoke his damn face off
No beef, I'm dripping A1
Play Hard shit

We Ain't Playin

Lil' Flip

U Gotta Feel Me

2004

BKGO Production
DJ Mike Tate, Freddy D, MC Assault an' BKGO
We doin' this shit wit Lil' Flip, Baby D, Killa Mike, Pastor Troy
You know it's goin'

Nah
I ain't been havin' sex

Uh, uh, they want braggin' rights, I don't need no help
I keep my game tight, I stay down, run it up by myself
I'm

that I can't rely on
I'm surrounded by tigers and lions
I'm Surrounded by cobras and pythons
Should I run like a prey
Should I hide or be a fucking

old heads told me
Grab fate by the waist pull it towards me
You ain't gotta chase it pull it to ya niggas
Tryna hold you back pull em forward
Now I'm

the police is our friend
But why do I see you and instantly become Afraid
I'm not a criminal, I'm a legit hustler
But because I drip glory, you profiled me

right
Thinking it gotta get right

I'm tired seeing deceased bodies on the pavement
It ain't about money when i make this statement 
So many things gotta

the dm 
She tell me she lonely 
All I’m seeing’s 
A devil emoji 

All I see is fuck niggas they cappin’  make ya 
Mind up is you a thug or a pastor make ya

a hustler, no time for chilling
Phone my connect, I'm about to make a killing
How can man owe me dough
And try not pay me back?
They wanna turn J Hus

seen a couple hustlers let it go
But see I'm a never fold
I'm chasing the pot of Gold
And the streets turned my heart cold
We was friends now we turned

pain in this path to joy
Now we ready to Pastor Troy
Roll mobb deep like Rapper Noid
Ask the boy
I roamed the streets
Belt held heat and asteroids
Lord

Daddy was a hustler
So it's in my dna

Either a cell or a grave
That's the price you pay

Put away better save
For a rainy day

From the streets

to no preachers
And I'ma live to the limit till my ass drown by the reapers

I been travelin' this road so long
So many different paths I'm on
And I don't

Black hustlers, bag adjusters, who never did it lackluster
Paper tags, I got rid of money bags just for Black Justice
You know I'm known for Supreme

pieces for 100 for 100
Gun shots blasting niggas running
Niggas running
Niggas coming through in box Chevys
Box Chevys I ain't pastor Troy
But we ready we

Y'all know what time it's
Your boy Pastor Troy going up
What it is Nick?
It's for all my niggas gettin that money
I'm a money junkie, nigga

I'm

Pastor Troy CD Brother
We ready

What you talking about
Ain't no more Playin's
Yeah
This is what the fuck you see

What you talking about
Ain't no more