Pole Position

They standing in Monkey barrels Snake grasses and Crab buckets They out here Tending the zoo taking from they pockets, Giving the charge to people plugging in they sockets And they sitting, wondering why all that they do flopping I'm like ice in the barrel I'm chilly My homie just copped him a 'vette And he shifty I'm counting up robert dinero So quickly I know that there's somebody Trying get me Got me in my crib paranoid I tend to see it as advanced preparation For when my opps come in to search and destroy Seeing it from all angles Acute and obtuse Cuz when push comes to shove I'm ready to get loose Check the record and history there's proof And no this ain't no scary movie It ain't no spoof Let's face it, Just Trey the mother fucking truth nigga And I can't say the same about you mother fuckers uh Are you down to ride? Down to slide down this road with me? Are you right beside and supporting me? Yeah, yeah yeah Niggas on the sides Steal the vibe, take control of me Trynna pull me down, get a hold of me Yeah yeah Man these hoes so fooled it is outrageous Getting twisted by those lies in their mentions and favorites All those people are posting positive honeymoon phases And they been blinded by them sentimental, um obligatory phrases, I mean Introverted but on the mic you know I spit that flame Girl that is just the way that I choose to vent out all of my pain And yeah that I'm married to the money, obsessed with the game But ain't that what you love me for? My grinding for days? Ain't that what you been waiting for? My road to the fame? Didn't you say you want all of them trips expenses paid? Didn't you say no broke ass niggas invading your space? Well then you must be on your way, there's money to make Oh yeah - and go 'head back away, cuz I overtake I'm trying to take that pole position and you in the way Them hoes and all them fucking bros Get out of my face Ain't no love to give on this shit, These bitches is fake Well then you must be on your way, there's money to make Ain't no love to give on this shit These bitches is fake Oh yeah - and go 'head back away, cuz I overtake Ain't no love to give on this shit These bitches is fake Are you down to ride? Down to slide down this road with me? Are you right beside and supporting me? Yeah, yeah yeah Niggas on the sides Steal the vibe, take control of me Trynna pull me down, get a hold of me Yeah yeah