Lyrics:
get so quiet you can hear a motherfuckin' dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin' on that ass like the fuckin' Fall Guy
I don't
She know what I can bring to the table
I can tell if it's real by the label
We had TV, but we didn't have cable
Now I'm richer than all of my
[Pastor Troy]
Verse 1:
It was this muthafucker hi' about the got damn N.A.R.C.'s
To see how quick to get the ki in college park
I knew him from
more than a pastor
A family friend, a big brother
And this time the roles in the confession booth were reversed
I was on the priestly seat and he was
How's this for a slogan? More Honest Rappers Please
Cause false humility is more manufactured than some product by the Japanese
Yeah, I just attacked
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
you can ask Troy
I was far from the bag just like the last floor
Can't move around looking fly boy
I catch flights not feelings I'm a fly boy
Do
it how it go
Real faceless man sin cara
Now I'm back around like it's karma
Karla, UB2 with some apnars
Still
Keep my faith like gurdwaras, pastors
Yo,
a rat, he probably even feel like ain't nun wrong wit that
My niggas like Hendrix when it come to guitars
Nigga I ain't talkin bout Seddy
No Pastor Troy we
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
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
insatiably adding to the addicts waiting, the clutch of humanity,
Left to a pastor praying, from the ash of my past,
I've passed the pages, to destroy
So let me see you bounce that buoy
Bounce a buoy like the wake is high
Heads turn when my yacht go by
Police say I can't be this fly
I'll pay the fine
send no one to whack him (send no one to whack him)
We caught his ass by the church (church), left him fixed up for the pastor (for the pastor)
This
Atm boy
Yeah I'm way too triggered
Just got a call from my pastor
He said it's fresh in like
Okra and spinach (Okay)
Both hands on her back
When I
not afraid to preach His truth
We exposing you
Won't let them talk how they wanna
Posted been by the corner
You claim to lead your flock
You not no
One two, one two, one two
I am the Overweight Lover MC, Heavy D
This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F
Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz
This also
Damario
Mafia
Big cheque
Yo Wangz line up a van
By the way line up a truck
Cause van cyaa carry dem money yah
FGM
Alright den
Tyre pon rim
Boy weh go
heaven above kissed by the sun
Have, have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Have mercy on me Have mercy on me
Have mercy on me Have mercy on me
Have
Blasting big bullets be blasting
Tragic they wrap him in plastic
Pastor preaching over casket
A mother screaming out his name
drive by
So if you're ready for it
Smoke dro for it, tell 'em
An' if you're hatin', fuck nigga what's happenin'
Adamsville, Watts,
Westside,
Wigging out I'm wigging out
Wigging out I'm wigging out
Wigging out I'm wigging out
Troy $in... ahh
Wigging out last Friday night I was sweating out
and Big Papa (Big Papa)
They thought I was so devilish in the dark I would listen to sick opera
But this choppa' will be reppin' the city where RDV's
TLC no fucking Scrub
Fuck a plug get we the source
Got real Roley in the Rolls Royce
A weak link on the paper Troy
Hmm like soul shit
Butter drink
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