T.G.I.T.
Ninety-Nine problems, these niggas ain't one
Heard death 'round the corner, I'm gon' get my gun
Got a stack full of papers and all of 'em bills
Everyday that I pray, thank The Lord that I'm trill
Thank God I'm trill
Swang
Swang
Swang
Thank God I'm trill
Swang
Swang
Swang
New day a new dollar, you spend and you earn
Mo' money, mo' problems, you live and you learn
What the next man doing? That's not my concern
They told me stay humble, told me wait for my turn
Fuck that
I built this shit from the ground up
Please stay the fuck from around us
Can't swim with the sharks, you a flounder
Keep riding that wave it'll drown ya
I get the bag and I double it
You get the bag and you fumble it
What happens when rappers stop mumbling?
Real rap come back that's when the trouble hits
Gotta make moves, I can't be a stooge, I turn these tunes to profit
Turn on the news, distorting our views, perpetual nonsense and gossip
What happened to loving thy neighbor?
We treat each other like strangers
Women and children in cages
Look what America made us
Ninety-Nine problems, these niggas ain't one
Heard death 'round the corner, I'm gon' get my gun
Got a stack full of papers and all of 'em bills
Everyday that I pray, thank The Lord that I'm trill
Thank God I'm trill
Swang
Swang
Swang
Thank God I'm trill
Swang
Swang
Swang
Ninety-Nine problems, these niggas ain't one
Heard death 'round the corner, I'm gon' get my gun
Got a stack full of papers and all of 'em bills
Everyday that I pray, thank The Lord that I'm trill
Don't fuck with my energy
I show no empathy
I'm sending shots without sympathy
I hear all the chatter
It's mind over matter
Trust me I ain't flattered, it's sickening
Nat Gang till infinity, can't break our synergy
Still living life like the Kennedy's, Genovese
Family and friendship
Parking lot ran outta spots for them Benz's
Trill business, they just pretending
Acting bitches, when I say bitches I don't mean women Hol' up let me finish
Niggas trippin' like the end of a sentence
Period
How you the prince? I'm the king, you delirious
Ray meets Randy, that's macho mysterious
Yo soy el Rey, that's that bilingual shit again
Dark nights in Gotham that's why I'm so serious
Hijinks and hate from the heathens and hypocrites
Losers don't win and winners don't quit
Check the blueprint, I was built for this shit
Emcee with a hammer I stay too legit
Don't parking lot pimp, I get guac and I dip
Fuck what you heard and fuck how you feel
Death to the fake and life to the real
Thank the most high that I'm trill
Thank God I'm trill
Ninety-Nine problems, these niggas ain't one
Heard death 'round the corner, I'm gon' get my gun
Got a stack full of papers and all of 'em bills
Everyday that I pray, thank The Lord that I'm trill
Thank God I'm trill
Swang
Swang
Swang
Thank God I'm trill
Swang
Swang
Swang
Ninety-Nine problems, these niggas ain't one
Heard death 'round the corner, I'm gon' get my gun
Got a stack full of papers and all of 'em bills
Everyday that I pray, thank The Lord that I'm trill
Heard death 'round the corner, I'm gon' get my gun
Got a stack full of papers and all of 'em bills
Everyday that I pray, thank The Lord that I'm trill
Thank God I'm trill
Swang
Swang
Swang
Thank God I'm trill
Swang
Swang
Swang
New day a new dollar, you spend and you earn
Mo' money, mo' problems, you live and you learn
What the next man doing? That's not my concern
They told me stay humble, told me wait for my turn
Fuck that
I built this shit from the ground up
Please stay the fuck from around us
Can't swim with the sharks, you a flounder
Keep riding that wave it'll drown ya
I get the bag and I double it
You get the bag and you fumble it
What happens when rappers stop mumbling?
Real rap come back that's when the trouble hits
Gotta make moves, I can't be a stooge, I turn these tunes to profit
Turn on the news, distorting our views, perpetual nonsense and gossip
What happened to loving thy neighbor?
We treat each other like strangers
Women and children in cages
Look what America made us
Ninety-Nine problems, these niggas ain't one
Heard death 'round the corner, I'm gon' get my gun
Got a stack full of papers and all of 'em bills
Everyday that I pray, thank The Lord that I'm trill
Thank God I'm trill
Swang
Swang
Swang
Thank God I'm trill
Swang
Swang
Swang
Ninety-Nine problems, these niggas ain't one
Heard death 'round the corner, I'm gon' get my gun
Got a stack full of papers and all of 'em bills
Everyday that I pray, thank The Lord that I'm trill
Don't fuck with my energy
I show no empathy
I'm sending shots without sympathy
I hear all the chatter
It's mind over matter
Trust me I ain't flattered, it's sickening
Nat Gang till infinity, can't break our synergy
Still living life like the Kennedy's, Genovese
Family and friendship
Parking lot ran outta spots for them Benz's
Trill business, they just pretending
Acting bitches, when I say bitches I don't mean women Hol' up let me finish
Niggas trippin' like the end of a sentence
Period
How you the prince? I'm the king, you delirious
Ray meets Randy, that's macho mysterious
Yo soy el Rey, that's that bilingual shit again
Dark nights in Gotham that's why I'm so serious
Hijinks and hate from the heathens and hypocrites
Losers don't win and winners don't quit
Check the blueprint, I was built for this shit
Emcee with a hammer I stay too legit
Don't parking lot pimp, I get guac and I dip
Fuck what you heard and fuck how you feel
Death to the fake and life to the real
Thank the most high that I'm trill
Thank God I'm trill
Ninety-Nine problems, these niggas ain't one
Heard death 'round the corner, I'm gon' get my gun
Got a stack full of papers and all of 'em bills
Everyday that I pray, thank The Lord that I'm trill
Thank God I'm trill
Swang
Swang
Swang
Thank God I'm trill
Swang
Swang
Swang
Ninety-Nine problems, these niggas ain't one
Heard death 'round the corner, I'm gon' get my gun
Got a stack full of papers and all of 'em bills
Everyday that I pray, thank The Lord that I'm trill
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Writer(s): Dimitri Henry Jr.
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