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Nick Travis

Nick Travis (b. Nov. 16, 1925, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania - d. Oct. 7, 1964, New York City) was an American jazz trumpeter. Travis started playing professionally at age 15, playing in the early 1940s with Johnny McGhee, Vido Musso (1942), Mitchell Ayres, and Woody Herman (1942–44). In 1944 he joined the military; after his service he played with Ray McKinley (1946–50, intermittent), Benny Goodman (1948–49), Gene Krupa, Ina Ray Hutton, Tommy Dorsey, Tex Beneke, Herman once more (1950–51), Jerry Gray, Bob Chester, Elliot Lawrence, and Jimmy Dorsey (1952–53). From 1953-56 he was a soloist in the Sauter-Finegan Orchestra. After this he became a session musician for NBC, but played with Gerry Mulligan (1960–62) and Thelonious Monk (1963, at Lincoln Center). Most o… more »

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But hear me out
I been doing me without tryna find the clout
I could really live without
Fame and the fortune
Could put your fire out and light it up, without the torches
Panamera Porsche's, panoramic views of my city sitting high
Oh my God this is gorgeous 
Most of all important, God in the flesh, put the beef to a rest, fortunate to make a fortune

Act a double ass like assassin
If I die trying, imma die out in fashion
Polo drawers, Nike sneaks, father hat, fitted jeans, shirt to match, gold is clean
I'm out that, i be still grubbing out of Outback 
And since I think with my dick, tell me, where your mouth at
Life is like a puzzle, so I'm cooling while I slouch back 
And funny how time is money, so let me count that

5 Dollars, 10 dollars, 20 dollars, 50
Again time is money, I gotta go get it quickly
You miss me? Miss me with that bullshit
Ain't shit funny, not even just a little bit

10 Dollars, 20 dollars, 50 dollars, hundreds 
Any source of money, close your mouth and keep it coming 
All fair and game in the city that I'm running
I be on the side, on the other side, where the grass green and it's still sunny 

They told me to stick to making beats, stop rapping
You should stick to rapping, don't worry about the beats
It's gotta be good cause it's coming from me
Shut the f*ck up if it's going out for free

NBA numbers, but it's out of my league
Cut the branch down, while I'm watering the tree
It's clear that I'm here for the years, I appear to be the illest MC

This is God given, no practice 
Found a way to get traction, with attraction 
They found me shopping in Saks Fifth, I'm spending it all 
Cause when it's gone, most of y'all ain't gon gimme a call

Bathroom break, she talking about how she Hollywood, her ass too fake
NAW BOY, HER ASS TOO FAKE
But that's anybody now, so I guess touché
Gotta get in how you fit in, if I had to say but

But hear me out
I been doing me without tryna find the clout
I could really live without
Fame and the fortune
Could put your fire out and light it up, without the torches
Panamera Porsche's, panoramic views of my city sitting high
Oh my God this is gorgeous 
Most of all important, God in the flesh, put the beef to a rest, fortunate to make a fortune

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