Lyrics:
you can ask Troy
I was far from the bag just like the last floor
Can't move around looking fly boy
I catch flights not feelings I'm a fly boy
Do
then I kick it wit ya
Full time vet, I be working on my day off
Pastor troy og, shawty smoke his damn face off
No beef, I'm dripping A1
Play Hard shit
the oil castor
I'm in a different space, you couldn't get in with NASA
Like pastor, Troy we ready
Me and Eddie we get to the fetty
You couldn't stop
actions pouring back to stone minds
Capture stories of a relapsing boy he's lacking home ties
Practicing pastor Troy we throw up more rhymes
Southern images
insatiably adding to the addicts waiting, the clutch of humanity,
Left to a pastor praying, from the ash of my past,
I've passed the pages, to destroy
a hit out on you
Before I let my niggas come through
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, gang-ster
Yeah!
I come creepin through your hood 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
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
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
Skipping minimum wages
Rocket it off the scene like Astro Boy
I'm above the law like Pastor Troy
Imma blow the scene up like Django
Going one against em all,
The Black Book making the planets twirl
Gotta mention Pastor Troy We Ready I Declare War
Man that Mac Shell Shocked lyrically kickin' force
David Banner
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
She know what I can bring to the table
I can tell if it's real by the label
We had TV, but we didn't have cable
Now I'm richer than all of my
role to get by (Gang)
I won't harm a fly until I'm tried (Gang)
Burn the fucker, never yearned the fucker
I'ma leave the body in Dubai, ayy
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, loose the beast The spirit, man, gotta feast
Yeah, yeah, yeah It's not by power and it's not by might
But it's by my spirit Says the Lord
You
it to your door
Yeah we still at the blocka
Sixty by the railroad
Only having hot shit the green
Shit is too slow
Working Pete booth we gon add
It if
Said she tired of lil' money, need a big boy
Pull up 20 inch blades like I'm Lil Troy
Now it's everybody flockin', need a decoy
Shawty mixing up
[Verse 1]
Superman is here, I'll fly in and save a day, don't fear
Went from Lear to a Lear just by givin' an ear
Cool how far I swam after wadin'
and clap at the same time,
You can judge from my hang time that you know that it’s game time.
Hook:
“Bring It All Day” Written by Troy Harrington, Brian
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
or it could pass by
Dropped a couple dimes, let's just call it givin back
Blood pressure rise, take a hit and just relax
Everybody wanna hit me with their
Dude, act right
Live for Christ? Yo, it's black or white, but some of us are grey
In self righteousness, they stay. Like Pastor Pagani would say
You're
kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
Yeah, I done told you niggas
Nine or ten times stop fucking with me
I
kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
Yeah, I done told you niggas
Nine or ten times stop fucking with me
I
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