Jae Millz - T.R.O.Y. Lyrics
Rest in peace to the real onesI take a sip, better Henny and I spell somethingTo prepare for your date 'cause the will comeOG told me one that have pied and built one,Remorse for the lames, I don't feel nothingWhen the Prada come in, that's so my income,And one dollar but I lost a couple friends y'allI lost a couple to the jail, sales insideI lost a couple to the rip babe in the cemeteryThe real shit is never .. when memory blurryNever did my nigga drop jewels now truly always saw meNobody got you, like you got youKeep my circle 'cause I got a block of intrudersNiggas play the homie roll but the importuners,Flip my daughters in the eyes, you said I gotta do thisPassport to stand caught where our .. rumors,I wake up on my grind like every day,No way, but I need every cake,Got a direct line on some steady wave,Fresh off the boat and delivery to every stateCellphone, keep them best service, or whatever souls in a while got me nervousTalking to my slime on a line, ecstatic first thought,And he will f*ck up automatic,'cause it's tragic, when you're sitting in the court roomActing like the phone tap tapes, you know 'bout every diamond shits creepThe gavel swim and it hit deepDeep down in your heart you know they got you deepI'm going for the top, spot it all cold,And coming at the kings neck like Paul GeorgeWhoever got the crown I want a different small in onEven if it don't, flip my hand out tilt it off,Boy you speak like you Juffy at the wall dorfAnd f*ck your girl and standing up, and making up a world crow,Worldwide hustler, the money and ..I'm all way to travel and somebody call warThe kid lyin' in the mean zoneAnd playin' times that I shoot and your teams onBut my daughter, everything she wanted for ChristmasBut I ain't having wishin', daddy had a hit list,And I'm 'bout to start checkin' rappers niggas offWatch me kill these niggas, whoever stays offI'm just getting where I came for and I'm still meEven when you cut the fame of music,MovingYoung moneyAll the real ones
