Do It - Troy Ave, DJ Drama, Styles P

Do It - Troy Ave, DJ Drama, Styles P

Альбом
White Christmas 2
Год
2013
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
151900

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Do It

Troy Ave, DJ Drama, Styles P

Now I ain’t got a worry in the world, I went from dealing bricks to doing rap

But nowa nigga know I’m gonna be rich

I see the haters I’m pointing, and laughing at the tears

I’m the biggest thing out my city in the past ten years

They don’t do shit they pussy, in gats we trust

We ain’t the same, motherfuckers never loved us

Drake do R&B, that’s how he make his chips

I did R&B too, but mines was rap and bricks

Don’t knock the hustle we open, come in go shop

Man you can buy anything except your way to the top

I look and sound like New York, all my beats do not

These other rappers lookin' shitty tryin' to see young chop

I’m fever, the new school leader, you don’t got no class I don’t fuck with you

neither

So don’t tell me that you rep New York and you like what I bring

I heard that song when you was trying to be like 2chainz

You ride around lickin' dick, I’m riding around with the grit

Life ill and everyone real a nigga spit

A few of you want payback cause your people gone

But I know God got me, I did more right then wrong

Hovain is killing, the business building

I want more and I say lets get millions

That’s what we about to be getting, I ain’t trying to boast

But you niggas can’t see me, motherfucker I’m ghost

I’m ghost too

Guess what I’m close to?

The handgun, the weed bag

Tell grandmothers I’ll kill their grandsons

My soul’s ugly my face handsome

I sold bass, and I took niggas for ransom

Ex stick up kid, heroin dealer

A lot of rappers claiming they real but I bet I’m realer

I’m just an OG smoking OG kush

I’ll murder that young boy and get the OG bush

It’s enormous shit, new informer shit

Get you popped up, 38 taurus shit

Niggas like me, is the reasons that the law exist

Lord assist,?

You want bricks?

I’m the one you put the order with

Fuck it up you getting drowned in your?

I’m on some mexican, cartel, border shit

I got fish scale, who looking to score this shit

I got big bullets, who want to explore the clip

Either the big nine or the four to fifth

Or you can get a shell from the trey pound

The money stacks up but I stay down

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