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trshxxx? - the drive lyrics

intro:
dear god
as the time approaches for me to take that crown
forgive me for my sins
forgive me for what i’ma ‘bout to do
those who dwell in the glory of god
all my brethren
amen

hook:
thank god, you saved myself
lost so many friends, i blame it on myself
if i just could get my wealth
i might just get it well
dear god, it’s on your sake
ain’t no real friends, because they’re all on fake
if i just could set my life
gifted to strive
that shit got me on the drive, for real

verse 1:
good lord tell them, i expect my payment soon
it’s been long i lost the count, it’s just like for many moons
and i been watching to the scene (yea) all i see is so many c–ns
villaside is like a mob, you’ve never seen so many goons
let’s be more explicit
ain’t no more time for gimmicks
the end is coming nearer, so you better the minutes
better brace yourself
petr cêch protect yourself, don’t let the drums play yoself
don’t let mephisto toy you, don’t you melt yoself
i’m on some morse code lord tryna’ help myself
at the drugstore lane, tryna’ hit that drank
pen is my pill, i’m still tryna heal that pain
with these verses, on the low like dwarves
when these niggas talking silly that shit gets to my nerves
versus, i treat the beat where the nurse is?
and i been preaching to the corpses
the fake friends, the fake stans want me on he-rs-s
you preaching to the choir, requiem i’m on rehearsals
i k!ll male rappers, the tenth plague of moses
they play with it, they get burried, funeral service
the humane race, is so full of taste, is so cool to waste, ‘til we fullfill
the destiny, even though is for vanity
we’ve been deep in profanity, pig n’ beers and church
moz niggas ain’t g-ngb-ngin’
villaside’s my turf still
i dun been through d-mn lotta things, tightened all my rings, now my purp real
i ain’t mixin’, no soda (no soda)
i hit the bodega, for a quarter (water)
my nigga cheef-keefin all day, after that i’ll be feeling like i’m fishing outta holy (water)
cl-ssic man when i go to church, but this church clothes ain’t saving me (saving me)
doesn’t no matter if i ain’t sagging pants, got my own trends, i ain’t followin’ thee (god)
twenty-five-eight, triple digits
i’m certified getter, in the corner getting digits
in the morning hit the reefer, get some aura from the b-tches
i give no f’s, but the fidgets
you take no l’s, but the lynches
rapping with a nigga, get hung and they miss ya
give you to the crowd divided like a pizza, skunk or the rizzla!
i rather stay up in sahara, turning tunes up in tunisia
now run fast like a cheetah
i’m bout the whole thang, thick bread and the pitas
hanging with the dealers, gorillas and murdervillas
i swear you get wasted, like a pair of adidas
d-mn, i reigned before the rains, my strain never the same
my shade too black, that’s why they try to conceal us
rec the notes, i never lacked the force, won’t ever back and forths
they act hard, but they miss us
j raw, put a hashtag, bankrolls in the backpack
reggie flapjacks, big booty, internet crash
200k, that’s some net cash, y’all tried to bribe me but my -ss dashed
hitting on you, leave you in purple to match that
why everybody gotta hate me when i gash that
i got a goatee, ain’t sleeping for a week, my style is so rustic
but i’ll go go nasty

outro:
saved myself
on… they’re well…
if i coud get my wealth
i might just get it weeell

- trshxxx lyrics

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