Lyrics:
down if I'm lying
I miss my pops all I got is lonely tear drops
And memories of him teaching me to
Hurt people with my bare hands
And how to shoot people
wassup
Pastor, laughter, Remy in my hand
Countin out some grands, ova in Ireland
The man, you done heard the name befo'
I keep a big gun wit' me every
goin platinum like that shit brand new
I was platinum in eighty-five, what THE FUCK wrong with you, huh?
Come (?) L - what you call rocks to me is
got played out he was set up by a bitch
My other one got real lucky he was hit up in his shit
That's the reason why a nigga walk around with two sticks
partner with me,
We smoking dro.(uh huh)
That's what I'm riding
Them 30 spokes,(well uh huh)
I'm outside
I'm fucked up,(come on)
My outfit,,
Match my
shooting for Georgia Tech, like my name was Eddie Elisma
Doing this thing these boys can't mess with me, these boys can't test me
What's left to see, is
The game under break the pressure
They miss my presence
[Chorus 2X: Sparks]
We still not promised tomorrow
Takin the bitter with the sweet up in these
Me and my friends rollin' like rock-stars
So we by the bar
All eyes on us girls watchin' from far
We shining through the dark
Saw this sexy
reached my peak without me looking through my hands
You couldn't be the man, if they put you on the stand
You'd snitch in 16 minutes with the footage from
to bacon. Chillin' up in the studio, Eddie and Troy, we make the best videos. My 250 is about to double. Mess with the squad and you niggas in trouble
S-T-P
Ususele ngobu lele
You'll never climb the Kilimanjaro
Please don't kill the men my charou
I'm so godly call me pharaoh
Fly to jozi or tambo
Flow is faster
Years later, Troy growing up fine
I'm on a mission
The Lord moved me far from that town so i'd be different
Now I look in the mirror
And yea I see my dad
dig
Man we aint seen nothin
Yer girl wanna be with us
Na I heard she want a
Mud digger
We keep the mud by the pound
Our tires stay roarin
While
Ooh this that new ey, wash down (This is the remix)
Let me put it down for town
I used to put them birds in and out of town
She said your new shit
I swear the taste of revenge is more sweeter than honey
I'm on these streets in a Benz, see me getting this money
Can't forget about my friends, I'm
remember I was about 19
I used to carry Pete Rock crates
To get in the club
Smoke weed with him and chill
And now I got a beat from this
Nigga and it's on my
speak in tongues like the pastor
I'ma yell my testimony from a limousine
Not living all my life by the green
Yeah I've been that guy since I was a poor
dawg, you already know that it's classic
I'm a rock star, asteroid, face off, Castor Troy
Who the best, ask your boy, we cut it in, Pastor Troy
I'm
You said nigga come to the club
You a stick in the mud
Have fun for just one night
I said okay let me count this paper first
Put on my Amiri shirt
to the demon in me
Solo act, it ain't no teamin' with me
Bray Wyatt, the fiend within me
I'm flyer than leaflet templates
Because my energy is unmatched
Take
watch
Aint about teh coop of my truck
Baby its about the Game
[VERSE 2:]
Ridin' low
Layed back in the seat when I creep
That's just how I roll
With some
Yo like
(MathontheBeat)
I remember back in 2016 like
You gone hear my adversity for real
(If it engineered by CXRBN then ion want it)
Imma always
with you
Fuckin around I might get the juice
Stick by my side just like glue
I'm the solution I the clue
I'm running circles in a cube
I can not fuck
wayward life, I dun align with God
I dun dey pay my tithe sharp, I dun dey stay for church
I dun dey get my peace of mind, pastor dey call me son
I still
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