C. Trig (feat. Sebo816)

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He is I

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Guess I'll just grab the mic and start
Grip it like your heart before I rip it out ya chest
Til you say that I'm the best
Look a bit stressed, this ain't the job for you
Face facts you know you can't do what we do
My crew all raw too, make gold appear from thin air
And all yall do is stare
Got you runnin'then I finish you with flair
Aint fair, then I hit you with that (Woooo!) like Rick Flair
Attract more peeps than the county fair
Been stacking stacks, don't expect me to share
Rare among rare, yeah I'm one of a kind
Rock and a hard place got you stuck in a bind
I advise you relax ya mind, for a time I was stuck in that too
Now I'm rubber to glue
Try to improve, find perfection in this world
Got my groove back and not that Stella girl
Had my head in a whirl, made me take a step back
Had to lay out new tracks for my train to ride
No ticket don't slide, no time for stops
No open invitations, keep my doors locked up
Glocks up too, f*ck it
Shouts out to Wu cuz we finna bring the ruckus
Til we kick the bucket, about to make more dope shit
And I ain't never gon quit
I ain't ever gon sift, make my own outta nothing
Shouts to teacher, said I'd never be nothing
I be pressing these buttons
Laying down dope percussion on these tracks
Don't ask me to match cuz I won't pass
Burn that bitch til it burn me back
Still got plenty in the sack, in the jar too
Wrong move fuckin' with dude, too raw to be subdued fools

I'm to raw to belong to the new school
They shit on everything that I doo doo
I'm sick of all the cows and the moo moos
The owls and the clucks just shut the f*ck up
Listen to real one cranked to the max like the subs in the trunk
And cocaine off the plaque
Keys hitting hard that's cemented in the facts
Like the weed in my jars and I send em out in packs
The money come first this is how the money works
You ain't got money you just kicking money words
These are the fakes we praise them they're fucking broke
And we pay them it's a fucking joke
Enabled is the word I should of fucking wrote
Imma keep it word til I'm dust and smoke
I don't got a voice it's just fuzzy notes
But I'm carried by my rasp and these lovely quotes
Flow so ball it's all pain from fans with hung jaw
They lost in a foolish gaze
Already turnt like they finished up the page
It's a game, they prolly doing to much like Rick James
You know what you know about that seen it from the front lines
Not a peek from the crack
If want to fight truth I will piece you with facts
If you wanna talk shoot I will cease you with brass
The way that you walk is plastic
The shit that you see is all a ruse like you strung on acid
Speech is red fire like my breath smells dragon
You are yellow pee that you took a bath in

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