ess-ay-em (aus) - trix lyrics
(intro)
yeah yeah x2
yeah
iont really do no beef, ain’t strapped up, but i bring that peace
matrix? got tricks mate and got g x2
(verse one)
c+c+come and take a ride wit me, without that nelly flavour
got the ball from sixty you can see the future, i’mma run the f+cker like i’m billy slater
in this white world, i’m a man in black, but i wonder will i ever get a jada
all the real ones vibin’ with the flow already, on the new wave, i’m, kelly slater
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i’m the sh+t, never flushed, smell me later, skipped the elevator but i’m back on the scene
no debating i’m an innovator, b+tch you been a hater, never clap for the g’s
chatting bout dreams, spat my beliefs, did that sh+t just off a mac and a beat
i been passionate g, rapping for free, so platinum’s karma, if it happens to me
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it ain’t, 420 all day but i stay chill, a n+gga hungry for the money till i make make mills
grown pay bills, duck hoes, stay trill, eyes shut pray to god about pain still
got court fines that i pay still, facts on a track boy i stay real
ain’t in the field but soccer mum’s wanna link up, cause i’m bad in the box, cahill
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f+ck, gotta pull out though, drip too hard, she might have lil’ babies
stick to bars, i’ll write cash, bill, jay+z, pick a car, i like black mercedes
i don’t even smoke that jane, cause i trip off the green, if i pack it daily
but you can’t handle your drinks, sip corona + whole world going bat sh+t crazy
(bridge)
people
tell me what the f+ck you mean?
i give a f+ck about the d’s girl
im just tryna’ live my dreams
(verse two)
home on the central coast and i’m from logan, that bridge there i’m not burnin’
i could have no money, i’m still a enterprise, so i might pull up in german
i don’t flip packs, i don’t bust straps, your chit chat, i don’t trust that
no six pack, i got gut fat, still get thick b+tches on my nut sack
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but, we came from the dirt, soil, they started war for the earth, oil
them n+ggas say that we burnt, boil, sh+t they got never earnt, spoil
and trust me, still got bangers in the hard drive, stored, foil
and why would i need your crown or throne, when i roll with the lord, royal
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my bad if rocked up late (sh+t) you can blame it on african time
you know i get better erryday (so) next day i be back in my prime
(brah) stealing my bars tryna’ blow, you ain’t dope, round here it’s called racking ma lines
you said you roll with a light but you still ain’t matching ma rhymes
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fam don’t be surprised if they peep this, and then sneak diss,
if they supermen and they want blood, i’m like kryptonite, i’m their weakness
i’ll just give my heart to that deep sh+t, or spittin’ bars of that free sh+t
come from the gutter, it’s for my f+ckin’ brothers, tryna’ show i love ya, til i leave this, world
(hook)
i got love for all my people
tell me what the f+ck you mean?
i give a f+ck about the d’s girl
im just tryna live my dreams
outro
“s+a+m, dilar
there’s a bigger picture
the missions deeper
stay woke.”
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