Lyrics:
trust us they busk us,
Pimps and hustla's trapped in they clutchus
Chorus (x2)
[Verse 3-JT Da Bigga Figga]
We knew, (Its just the street life)
For
the pastor
I got four different strains in a glass jar
Sliding thru the city in my nascar
Took off on them niggas like im NASA
Bless you with this game like
The evil of love is so subliminal
And the love of evil is so sinister
This damn nation is ran by sinners still
Middle finger to ya' pastor and ya' minister
And after that, come take a look at my mouth
Yea I represent the South, like Pastor Troy
And I'm still Fresh and Clean, like Andre and Big Boi
But hold up!
gotta Curve some hoes like cholo cologne
Won't compromise my mission, only worth it for an empress
Rest are left on read or left off impressed by my
these rap niggas know I be sicker with the flow
If you need work I can get it by the O
And I got the midget prices I get it for the low
Grew up with them
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
This for my hustlers getting this cheddar makin money
aint shit you can tell us
We the ones take all the risks government is the one who ship
Young Nino come through shining
400 for the free throw
You don't wanna fight the boy
I got too many hands for you pastor Troy
What's the haps nigga
see, make it stop, make it leave
Georgia Boys, Real McCoy, Miracle with Pastor Troy
Ain't no Tonka toy, nuclear, we'll destroy
Ain't no stopping me,
Been rapping since 2015, bitch I bleed persistence
See him by the sub, I got the tac, he see the difference
My pastor told me one day, I might be a star
scarrin niggaz faces
For a pound of trey eight and..
I throw bullets like Dallas Troy Aikman
The callous on my index stay achin
Niggaz stay hatin
Got
It's so hard for me to sit back here in this studio
Looking at a guy out here hollering my name
When last year I spent more money on spilled liquor
shinin' (Ok)
We gone talk about it Let me talk about it
You ain't jump off the stoop (Never)
You hustlas don't recoup (Never)
Your shooters never shoot (I
You son of a bitch, yeah you killed my son,
Shot him off the carosel with your gun,
And what's up with the mustache anyway?
It better be gone by
pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced,
arrive, I am floored
By the varieties named
I love these guys
Wouldn’t spend my time any other way
[LaTreezy]
Rocky road, chocolate chip
Birthday cake-this
the time they wake up, I'ma already Blow this for my niggas who ain't Never Comin' home
I swear to God, one day we gon' be on And I promise my nigga it won't
the armor on me and I'm ready for battle
We ready Pastor Troy Atlanta
This my occupation but my heart ain't vacant got a reservation for the Lord to reside
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
sometimes the king misses his own throne
Pastor Troy and I miss home, A-T-L
Atlanta, I'll rep for you, I'll always be there for you
Atlanta, I'll rep for
want it, test my peoples I'll blast the boy
Pull out them twin desert eagles, like I'm Pastor Troy
Man I've been through some rough winters
And plush
people of Troy
Go crazy to the point of doing something stupid
Grab a heater
9 millimeter
Knowing they ain't lucid
They'll get you whacked
For a rack
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
Shit all I got is a bunch of problems and other stress
In the land where a little man must wear a vest
Settle for less
But I got
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