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TTT (feat. Spaceboy)
by Kid.Masse
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Stackin up my bread
Lets go, I'm headed for the top (Yeah)
Came from selling weed,
In the trap, couldn't stop (Yeah)
You can't say you knew me
When we never even talked,
You just want in for the guap,
How you claim you run the blog (Yeah)
How you say you locked up
But your really not (Yeah)
I was really in that shit,
Did like 7 months (Yeah)
But I can't even lie
I'm not really from the block (Yeah)
But Still fucking up a lot (Yeah)
Ya, Still run up you get dropped (yeah)
Rather move on my own
So you can't say nothing,
Gotta keep the real around,
I got 5 and they somethin
We roll up on sight
Coupe jammin n bumpin,
Cadillac Escalade
Off the lot I can't front it,
I've been moving real quiet
Like I'm slick Rick,
Pull up to school
Everybody
saying who's this,
I'm all about the money, bout them hundreds
Check my image,
Really In the cut, into rapping
Like it's fitness,
Only helping out the people
Who been out here helping me,
My momma told me
Fly like a butterfly sting like a bee,
Big boy straight flexor
I don't want no company,
I don't want no Love life
I'm sittin chillin comfortably,
If you wanna get close touch my heart
Show some sympathy,
it might take a minute making pivots
cause my love ain't free
Tryna get straight to top
I've had years of dreams
Only tryna bless my family,
So tell me what's next for me
Stackin up my bread
Lets go, Im headed for the top (Yeah)
Came from selling weed,
In the trap, couldn't stop (Yeah)
You can't say you knew me
When we never even talked,
You just want in for the guap,
How you claim you run the blog (Yeah)
How you say you locked up
But your really not (Yeah)
I was really in that shit,
Did like 7 months (Yeah)
But I can't even lie
I'm not really from the block (Yeah)
But Still fucking up a lot (Yeah)
Ya, Still run up you get dropped (yeah)
Stackin up my bread
Lets go, I'm headed for the top (Yeah)
Came from selling weed,
In the trap, couldn't stop (Yeah)
You can't say you knew me
When we never even talked,
You just want in for the guap,
How you claim you run the blog (Yeah)
How you say you locked up
But your really not (Yeah)
I was really in that shit,
Did like 7 months (Yeah)
But I can't even lie
I'm not really from the block (Yeah)
But Still fucking up a lot (Yeah)
Ya, Still run up you get dropped (yeah)
Rather move on my own
So you can't say nothing,
Gotta keep the real around,
I got 5 and they somethin
We roll up on sight
Coupe jammin n bumpin,
Cadillac Escalade
Off the lot I can't front it,
I've been moving real quiet
Like I'm slick Rick,
Pull up to school
Everybody
saying who's this,
I'm all about the money, bout them hundreds
Check my image,
Really In the cut, into rapping
Like it's fitness,
Only helping out the people
Who been out here helping me,
My momma told me
Fly like a butterfly sting like a bee,
Big boy straight flexor
I don't want no company,
I don't want no Love life
I'm sittin chillin comfortably,
If you wanna get close touch my heart
Show some sympathy,
it might take a minute making pivots
cause my love ain't free
Tryna get straight to top
I've had years of dreams
Only tryna bless my family,
So tell me what's next for me
Stackin up my bread
Lets go, Im headed for the top (Yeah)
Came from selling weed,
In the trap, couldn't stop (Yeah)
You can't say you knew me
When we never even talked,
You just want in for the guap,
How you claim you run the blog (Yeah)
How you say you locked up
But your really not (Yeah)
I was really in that shit,
Did like 7 months (Yeah)
But I can't even lie
I'm not really from the block (Yeah)
But Still fucking up a lot (Yeah)
Ya, Still run up you get dropped (yeah)
