Lyrics:
slow on a flow, on the Boss c.d
By now you should know, better than to run your mouth
Remember in Garden City, when Chris knocked your ass out
For
money?
You're not really running up digits
Better get some before you drive
How else is he going to pay for them tickets?
Every time you say a joke all I
schemes like Troy beans like soy
Paint sparkle like La Croix Lamborghini convoys
See me sipping Rob Roys
Mezmorized by koi on a psychiatric couch
got money, now they wanna loan me up
Yeah, I'm a young school nigga killing bitches hard
Yeah, I be in the studio rapping all night, all day
Killing
and Archie come to do the rest
Step in the way, multiple shots are goin' through your chest
You must have called Pastor Troy 'cause boy, you is blessed
come to do the rest
Step in the way, multiple shots are goin through your chest
You must have called pastor troy 'cause boy, you is blessed
And I'ma
And we don't break it down in half u gotta get it by the onion
I'm stacking diamonds like it's money
But y'all niggas bugging
And niggas know I came
(Pastor Troy)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, this for da clones in the ATL,
With them fake a** chains,
For all the flexy a** ni**az comin' outta Atlanta,
Verse
Verse 1:
I need a real love like Mary did
Only fly Virgin like Mary with
A new crib young money like Tyga said
Money don't make you a champ ask
get ya change up ooh yessuh
Better pack that metal, they'll test ya
Stain chain, gotta hit em' hard
When I roll that truck like Pastor Troy
24's in
get ya change up ooh yessuh
Better pack that metal, they'll test ya
Stain chain, gotta hit em' hard
When I roll that truck like Pastor Troy
24's in
if it ain't about dividents
Start with the gang you know we gon finish it
I had a plan for the money gon' risk it
My shooter made bail and somebody
to be Pastor Troy
Bout to get blast on, "where the fuck is my mask homes?"
Mutha'fuck them niggaz
I'mma burn them niggaz
I'mma take them niggaz with me
Ain't No Sunshine in my world like Pastor Troy
Heat you up with that oil man, Castor soy
Been around for a minute like Astro Boy
Crash in your damn
Reminiscing about my past jor
Working hard to make the greener pasture
Fasting and prayers from my pastor
Just see me growing up to stardom
Verse 1:
remains
I sip the pain and twist the Jane
Hit the flame, I just want the money
Fuck the fame
Be ashamed that they said Troy Ave that nigga
And my bank
the camp my Lord
Only real preachers I knew was my Dad and Pastor Troy
I'm passing boys, the past I can't look back no more
Niggas depending on they hooks
shit straight
On the scale of 10 you a negative 8
I can't jiggy wit this shit
I grew up on Jay-Z, Eminem
2Pac, Bone, and No Limit Tank
Cash Money, Pastor
ain’t care what his mouth said
Three six made you wanna hit 'em
UGK we blowing swishers
Troy the pastor preached all the scriptures
Now they claiming they
a sword
I know you have money hidden away but you hoard it
Oh
You know it's harder for a rich man to go through the eye of a needle or something like that
I
settle
I don’t got time for nobody
It’s me and my shorty
We steady racing to the money
I feel like flash I got ma queen by my side
I know she gon ride
around that gangster shit like Pastor Troy
Loose lips sink ships so the circle got tight
I wink eye lids, smoked purple, third eye
I am who i am, who I
hard
And once I'm all about your bod I want you callin out to God, check it
Cause the girls want to lift these honeys wishin
For a brother who be givin
these niggas at the top ain't gonna wanna evict
Shaking niggas with the dribble like Tim Hardaway
For the game, will I fail? Man dawg it's hard to say
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