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don't know what I come from,
Psyce ward, my family broke made man cry,
Them pills for sleep but still awake at night,
Swear down I almost lost my life,

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Troy Ave

New York City

2013

See now I went to the club and I ran into this girl
And she was telling 'bout how she feel and everything
Her name was New York
But she said Troy

by Mammyth you know what I'm saying Charle Cooks, Y'all know what I'm saying cooking it up
We gon' give it to y'all raw real quick man
Yea yea yea yea

call it Fist of the Fury
If he reach for my neck, then he slower than radio
Like frozen, you better let it go
My sight holographic, but this ain't

by cities and shorelines
The ocean can't wash the hurt away
And when we finally reunite
I can tell there's so much you won't say

There's a boy I know

passion talk shit
I'll crush your larynx
Don't argue like an angry ex
Let me tell y'all what's next
Radio royalties groupie girls
Rough sex
Check your specs

My spirit meets the shadows
Visions universal uhh
Spread my words over radio
Far n wide like quasars
Ya'll thinkin of balancin day jobs N Live your

I know you acting tough
Because you've been hurt before
And I know I'm not your man
But I could treat you better
And I promise I would never put my

Consulting cost a fee
And I've been charging by the hour
If money talk, then my convo speaking guala-guala

That's foreign language to you lames
And you

the groove in your mood
That decides your fate so what you gonna do
Ooh ooh oooooh do do do do do do
Put a drink in my hand i'll send it down
A girl on my arm

if she get McDonalds man

Ahh, I'm so professional
I spit the truth it's like this booth is my confessional
I'm under pressure hardly sober in my

afford to love
Tired of feeling like I gotta sellout just to be enough
Spent too many years trynna prove my worth by giving trust
It costs to be the boss,

can't keep, I can't keep running away
(Chuck Indigo)
Bumpin' Cole on the radio
Thinkin' 'bout a convo that I had about a day ago
Another homie lost his

it so wild
You call his home
It's radio talks I don't need you by me
You and all your friends can club it up and dance free
I'm leaving you alone

with me? 
Na who dey follow you do competition 
I just dey for my lane bad man musician 
If I talk you go hear am pon the radio 
If I yarn them go yarn

girl I'm tryna make the world shake
Like an earth quake maybe I can get some radio play
At least bump it in your stereo ay
I've been fair to the game you

wanna really swallow my semen
I bet I got her streaming my radio on the weekend
She your girl on a mission
She drowning in sauce I'm dripping
They say

way through the bible belt, baby, got the radio up loud
Raised on promises sounds just a little cliched
But when the chorus comes around, you got

that your love could fall down like rain
Everything you are is everything that a man could ever want girl
Baby I could just hope you'll love me the same

know while they call me the man I put down
Your dress amazing but bae drop it by your ankles
Don’t wanna talk right now just do what I say so
It ain’t no

there's one left
Only the earth would thank me later
With a breath taking sunset
(man, I'm just a bum)
Zip that waterfall around your skeleton
Tell it

finger fuck
See I'm a grown man
I bust some young cock out
I like big butts, not big mouths
I know some little girls'll break you down in bed
Pull your

to feature a rap artist 
But most of the rappers
They don't like to rap about politics man 
They only want to rap about cars
Girls, alcohol you know

And we

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Radio: Black Velvet

Keemy Casanova: Well gotdamn baby why was you rushing me?
I just told you I was over there talking to Fred, shit.
Girl