troy ave - free base lyrics
condo living
big house dreams
everything i rap about, is what it seems
word to my spleen, n-gg-s need that
word to every fiend, n-gg-s need crack
i’m a hustlers hustler, supplying the spots
bricks in my backpack, i’m buying the blocks
and my att-tude is like my car tops, roofless
bite my hand, i’ll pistol whip until you toothless
then i’m gon squeeze, cause n-gg-s be coming back
and i don’t like the feeling of looking over my back
spark police intrest or let my gun spark, “blah blah”
now i’m chillin like a summertime park
with my big chain sw-nging, pushers all behind me
finish with the work out
ballings where you’ll find me, off the court
god forbid, i’m ever caught
it’ll be a drought, dealers taking off
heliport, chopper for the lessons taught
procter with a metal fork
my residue is more than these frontin n-gg-s ever bought
believe me, the hottest n-gg- in the streets
go and ask the public
n-gg-s won’t play me on the radio, f-ck it
i don’t expect to hear real sh-t from fake n-gg-s
who be putting on they man wack sh-t and dating n-gg-s
i don’t need rap, i got a digital scale
triple a’s and some sandwich bags, all is well
except my flow sicker then a man that’s frail
with all this weak sh-t, i should’ve had a chance to fail
still i prevail, off the grams i sell
living fly, hope to god i don’t land in jail
i earn harder then dale
turning hard from the yayo
fast cars, fast money, faster b-tches than gayle – deavers
most of em bad b-tches, some swear they divas
i even got a ugly b-tch who suck a good peter
f-ck peta, my furs drag, i puff reefa
off the ground, into the sky, i will leave ya
the real reaper, get ya chain stuck up
too many fake real n-gg-s got the game f-cked up
i yelling f-ck them other n-gg-s
cause i’m down for my n-gg-s
6 deep, 6 heats, 6 fingers pulling triggers
the devil is a liar, your numbers are too
30 strong but 29 p-ssy out the crew
this what i’m a do, get a package bus it open
put it on my tongue, drop a ounce
see the bounce, can’t believe the numb
feeling like it’s time, i need to make a power move
heading outta town with the birds, i call it powder moves
do my thang, do my thang, i do my f-kin thang
give a sh-t about the fame
money, money mayne
look at all the pretty b-tches with a c-ke dealer
and look at all the silly b-tches with a broke n-gg-
powderrrr!
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