Lyrics:
low blow
So don't make me snap like a photo (slow mo)
I'll come through hooded up like Trayvon
All blacked out like Akon
I'mma come to your door
I look like askin' a grown man to feed me? (Ooh, ooh)
You get locked up by them crackers, better have you some Velveeta (ooh, ooh)
'Cause they ass
The streets taught me we don't have nothing in common
Had to go rise the crime rate in London
Cause that's what they taught me
Mainstream, still stepping
Before I trust a bitch I’d drink some freon
Nigga my cousin related to Trey Songz
I was the one looking up to Adolf
Hop out the whip, they ass like
"Who is
need a cape (cape)
Lil' mama's head supreme (straight up)
But I'm still rockin' this Bape (on God)
All I know is two guns, nigga
If you a plate, you
won't get set-up, shut up, I'm kinda fed up
You can say uncle and I still won't let up
Cuz Dre is the mothafuckin' doctor
And if me and Ren's
my auntie is a man now, slight bravado
Scratchin' the likes from lotto
Hopin' that she pull up tomorrow
So I can hang out in the front seat
Six by
be good to you
Lost friends, family, gained more enemies 'cause of you
Bitches starin' at me in Zara, hoes scratchin' my cars up
Shoulda followed my
with a wave cap (Yes sir)
Putting me on a mic is a great match (Okay)
I might pull up in June and bring May back (Skrr, Skrr, Ha)
Hey man (Yurr)
Heard
with a neighbour
Freeze the MC's that wanna see thee
By now Naughty By Nature by me
They want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged
and get poked
The streets got no hope, if you scared, pray to the Pope (ah)
Family fed by the dope
If you ain't lived it, you won't understand me
Banana
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
of thinkin'
In my city and it helps cause no one gives a fuck
About me, you, or nobody else
And it's cool
I'm still livin' over East
We still chillin', sippin'
the story, Com, Pun and Nore
Look to the sun for glory as time runs before me (what?)
I'm after the day of judgment, I'm still before the
Jury, explainin'
At Venice by the ocean
Rag-top Trey hits the three-wheel motion
There's gangsters all around
Still crazy sets, but you just don't clown
I pray L.A. can stay
got a grievance
Take it up with me and Trey, Mic and J
Don't like it?
Hey I feel I got to say I'm a savage
Hook
I'm a (savage) savage yeah (yeah)
They
got a grievance
Take it up with me and Trey, Mic and J
Don't like it?
Hey I feel I got to say I'm a savage
Hook
I'm a (savage) savage yeah (yeah)
They
cried i passed away
I might die tomorrow so i gotta live today
The trenches call me City but my mom still call me Trey
And my moms know i dont play
Clorox
to what's important
Baerly scratchin' on the surface when I remind my choices
That I made, take to the grave, it's really poison
We lift up our voices
knife pulled (knife pulled)
I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
Locked up (locked up), you
Let me get a chop at this lumber niggas
From the down underground are hangin' around the A-Town
Lookin' for a come up, workin' from 9 to 5
Just
You never knew a plug, plug, plug
A plug like this sophisticated gangsta
Watch me thug like this
Snatch your, uh, in a club like this
Seven zeros,
Trey Stax
Stick em up Stax
Yea ummm
Can't tell you what I'm finna be
But I'm from Hyde Park ten a key
I mastermind this industry
Now cut the check
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