DA LABEL (feat. LilKv & Prod!gy)

Everybody know Trey made this to me Pulling me here, my own desire My family, my friends, all these things It's distracting me from the truth And it's difficult to give in Especially when you're young, man But if you can go through it, you'll come out like gold In fact, I can go through the fire They don't want to go through the fire They want to get a lot of gold to Jamaica and the Bahamas and do their own self-esteem But he said, you wet Should I exalt you I give you the desire of your heart But it's difficult to wait for everybody to hold you Let's do this shit, let's do this shit Through the pain and the fire, and I'm looking to inspire When they rolling all around me and they looking with some flyers Tell me, come to all my shows, come to all the close Talk about all these bitches and I'm balling like D-Rose Whipping missiles, lose control when I send it through your dome Send a shock through the air and I'm creating all the clones And they watching with my back, they marching at my back I'm trying to get these bitches, count em up and getting stacks HA Laughing on the track, going put up all the plaques Going platinum, going gold, going diamond, get a rack And you know my life's on track, running circles around these pussies Trying to catch me, but you know they don't know where they looking Don't know where they looking, Kv on the mic he cooking And I've seen your shawty looking, shoot my shot like Devin Booker, man If she want to ride, she can slide by tonight I get in and hit her liver flow like river, like denial Why these niggas think they close to me? They really in denial I'm exactly what I'm supposed to be. I've known that since a child I got wood for all the ladies, but that's no longer my style Need a carpenter, Sabrina, to come repair my smile You get that? And if you ever need some energy, I'm down to bang Slavery over, all my niggas still down to hang Need to lock in with Snoop, Lil' KV a Menace on his track Sign me to death row It's Prod, you say you down to hang I'ma fuck your bitch because she text me, bout she never came Bitch, I'm bout my dough, I make it, then hop up in the range Took a bitch and I got more money, nigga, you a lame You a lame, you also stained Fly above the world, my nigga, yeah, I'm feeling pain You niggas bitches talking shit, we shot you out that range I can't fuck with hoes no more, cause they just want the K's I stack it up, I stack it up, I'm feeling like I'm Dracula No, that's your bitch because she come to my crib and she suck me up Bitch, you talking shit, but play with her booty like buttercups Yeah, I'm in the back of the motherfucking bus, these niggas trap it up Flip it like a spatula, they start attacking, bruh I can't be fucking with these hoes because they get attached to us That chopper, it flick you, and now you looking blasphemous I seen that shotgun from your face, these niggas started rapping up, rapping up KV, Prod, and Gabo, these niggas be trapping, bruh We get the glicks and drill the bodies, then we scrap them up I think it's funny, huh? I stack my money up I'm looking at all of you brokes, I think it's dumb as fuck Pussy boy, I keep that Tommy Tuck, I glick it up KV, Prod, KV, Prod, and Gabo, can't forget the label You niggas talking shit, but we gon' shoot you from all angles taking pics nigga Everybody know Trey made this one