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tracy t – choices lyrics

[verse 1: tracy t]
came through red eyes no jetlag
geeked off the money this a 100k cash
n-gg-s they be talking but this’ what the k said
prrt prrt get the pigeon no j peck
my glory, gave everything i had but now what you got for me?
took the stairs no elevator [?]
game enforced it
just another n-gg- want the bentley and the porsches
trynna travel overseas sh-t that ain’t work f-ck it that ain’t work
no tour no bonjour i’m back on the turf
probation hating a n-gg- trynna bet theyself
baby mama been spiteful ‘cause i never was there
but see they wanted to be some but i’m the one that they blame
know these hoes ain’t playing fast it’s all a part of the game
i got a m for dumb sh-t and not a problem with pain
‘cause in the end pain came with everything that i gained

[hook: tracy t]
everybody got choices
want the bentleys or the porsches
be broke i have a fortune
running from these voices
(just a product of the [?])
so the game i enforced it
(‘cause the game i enforced it)
i’m running from these voices
everybody got choices

[verse 2: pusha t]
everybody got choices
even playing field could have all had rolls royces
diamonds and pearls have more oysters
the money counting scream heard more voices
plain jane protects cost more than that hollow sh-t you n-gg-s flex (yes!)
i tell sh-t what’s next
tell you how to dress and where the cocaine invests
n-gg- grab your vest
young n-gg-s ain’t playing and they’ aim ain’t the best
that’s what i call generation x
e-pills or the d get the whole alphabet
push! g63’s we put baby mothers at ease
drug dealer disease
addicted to the money like the air that i breathe

[verse 3: rick ross]
10 commandments on these 36 ounces
real life i got 36 houses (next move)
to the mansion in the mountains (baws)
couple ice mountain dew and them bouncers
all black when i deal with these accountants
off balance then you f-ck with my allowance
all facts get you whacked for a thousand
the bottles all black stacks on the couches (baws)
fi-fi-five hundred for the drive-by
on the plug with in a motherf-cking live wire
you come and take me from the sideline
condo right next to lady gaga’s
branzino on a grill
sip syrup spending millions on the pills
and the city know he handles his
atl my first trap was in mechanicville

- tracy t lyrics

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