Lyrics:
I'm the boss, that cost ain't even worth conversation
Pastor Troy, the pastor of the true congregation
Blood wasting if ya' cross me, ya' lost me
of rounds
Hundreds in my clip like that when I click clack
With my click better what
Coming from the waist better what
Eleven finna hit 'em with the what
Troy
when it's winning the title
I'm more built
Rusty than Rusty
In all the custody, say that they love me
I got ash on my shirt from the blunt
Disgusting,
the flesh
I came up on Kast, so clean so fresh
I'm walking in faith, ain't no refund on death
Taking a shot like kd and steph
On me I did this shit all by
a coward
I already know he sour
He a snake in the grass so
I had to cut him off
I call that Georgia Power
We don’t even kick it like that dog
Quick to spray
pieces for 100 for 100
Gun shots blasting niggas running
Niggas running
Niggas coming through in box Chevys
Box Chevys I ain't pastor Troy
But we ready we
'm missing nightlights
Been, so numb to the pain
I can't feel the white knife
Eternal bliss, in afterlife
Wonder, if my pastor's right
Thinking, about all this
to a couple a hymns and act like I know the songs heathen a** tryna look like I be singing along
Pastor don't be on that bulls**t so we get along
The preacher
I go
[Pastor Troy]
The underground puttin it down fo 5 years
the blood, the sweat, the motherfuckin tears
I'm livin the life of a young drug lord
[Pastor Troy]
Verse 1:
Introduction to a lunatic (come on)?huh, y'all playing (come on)
Got AK's for tha stupid shit (come on)?huh,
And that's all
freestyle flow (hey y'all, hey y'all)
Just a couple of motherfuckers that I know (uh)
I'm strictly representin'
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got
[Pastor Troy talking}
Pastor, disaster
I'm just laying down my bass shit
You know my bass my bass one
y'all God damn (well UN-huh nigga)
Crank
my way through devastation
And I made some fans bud
Like dayum He's still alive
Shoulda been dead Or petrified
From crime from the drugs
That he
"Of all the things my momma used to cook;
I liked.." "Chicken!"
[Richard Pryor]
You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator last night?
Well I
the Alpha/ scary movies ain't shit to a monsta/ I can tell u a bitch by ya posture/ Captain of my team n ya bitch made the roster/ she like chips, so the bitch
time dope game cocaine.." > Scarface
"Boy don't test me I'm gettin tired of teachin lessons.." > Scarface
[Lil' Troy]
Lil' Troy
fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo waist
And you know
Heat rooms like a thermometer
Two-forty
and the pastor want my money
I don’t have no friends, I’m surrounded by Chucky
I don’t have no friends, I’m surrounded by Chucky
I forever making money, I’m from
bring you the word Pastor B
Handing you the cure like you never heard Pastor B
Bringing you the verse that removes the curse Pastor B
Always on the search
the blueprint, J. Coop's on that new shit
Y'all niggas try to cop cars, well, me, I'm about to cop the new Benz
Maybe that Lexus, shorty from Texas
I'm like, I
[Pastor Troy - Verse 1]
Our Father, which art in Heaven
Give me direction while bustin' my weapon
And all these want to-bes is the G's that I stack
all like Master P
Florida Boy like Pastor Troy, I still got pussy in Detroit
Last time up in G5, Shawty came to me and took em off
Ain't even have no
as old, is
As old, is as old, as old
As that dirty crone right out there
Oh, Helen Of Troy
Mercy, mercy, mercy me
I'm so scared, please comfort me
I don't
holding heavy artillery
Slaughter your ass I'm a sergeant
Untouchable they is not feeling me
Shooting my rocket like Harden
Heard that these niggas ain't
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