Lyrics:
This that lavish music
Know we getting to it
Get that bag and move it
Then we come collect our change just like how a pastor do it
Sliding in a range
the love and inspiration, plenty
Yeah I'm loved by many, and only hated by a little
Now I think it's time to switch the lyricism, peep the riddle
I was
took a nigga whip, I still Joyride
Yeah...Yeah...Yeahhh
My Niggas call me Deezy or Troy Grindz
Fuck the law, turn a pig into Pork Rinds
God never warns
real pastors
Uh-huh, uh-huh, so hereafter
[Chorus: x2]
We made it, we made it
Through the storm and rain, yeah
You can make it, yes you can
You
What are you wishing for
It take too long for your wish
To make it to the star
The well runs dry, the town runs by
The spirit's walk with me, I hear
And disbelief
Preachers preaching condemnation and fire
They beatin' on the sheep, man
When they broken entire
Pastor said that if you love 'em
You would care for
affairs resign and turn to outside agitators
Troy Barnes told us already, This is America
But the white community wasn’t hearing him
Too busy protesting
Baby, you my vibe (yeah)
Met her in the Floss, she from the Stuy
Told me where she from, it's do or die, she by my side
She a vibe, vibe
Can't get
Laundry mat hoes, who want clothes?
I flow checks, one followed by six o's (six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in different areas
Four ton whips that's
Laundry mat hoes, who want clothes?
I flow checks, one followed by six o's (six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in different areas
Four ton whips that's
enabled
Still making money but I ain't got no label
Enticed by my friends I ain't disabled
When I say only the the family they thee only cable [yeah]
I
Respected by my peers from Drizzy
To Cole to Kenny
Thank you for the love and inspiration plenty
Yeah, I'm loved by many
And only hated by a little
Now I
got uzi's and tommy's
Claiming you gon' run down on us
Don't act like you's a retarded
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Popped on a bean
But I should be good by
they ass so much, we dig 'em up and tell 'em, "Die again"
I can hit the club all by myself long as the strap is in
Niggas told me, all the rappers
know what’s up yeah
HB in this bitch with Pastor you know that we ready
Turnt up in this bitch act up and this shit can get messy
Models looking like
the other day Lil' Troy got shot
Over a 2 dollar dice game, way to lose your life mayne
Yeah, this is things of that nature
You gon' get a variety
Yeah, uhhh
D. Steele on 'em, yeah
D. Steele on 'em, yeah
You see, it's bad enough that God's people are divided by man because of race
They're trying
the pussy)
My man T-Roy like to (Eat the pussy)
Yeah, Diggy Dice like to (Eat the pussy)
C'mon, niggas in the Skills like to (Eat the pussy)
Yo,
Aw shit, Aw fuck
Me, Kali and Ces we go to get bucks
On the path but didn't think we'd get stuck
By some crass lads that's 'bout to get tough
You're my Audience of One
Audience of One
Audience of One
You're my Audience of One (Yeah)
(Check) Where am I at, fade to black what it feels like
the pastor save ya breath
(Yeah!)
You fucking with a real bad boy now, (Fucking with a real)
You fucking with a real bad boy
Pinocchio tried to kill that boy,
squeal
Right here the truth revealed, Troy you a mouse
Yeah you rapping but the homey Lil Pots can't get out
Niggas they hit the pen, they get charged,
Life's too easy right now man
I ain't even got to try to figure it out
No path I'm just stumbling round
Started strong yeah but look at me now (Look
cndre bro I'm sorry
I know we on good terms now
But your family just sucks
Especially Leon bro
We love Steezy
Once in a blue moon (yeah)
That's
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