TruPac

B I been wiping in so many states
I keep it real but my social is fake
They call me the goat
They know I'm the great
All in her throat and she loving the taste
She wanted me to just cum on her face
Sippin the clasè that come in the vase

These belencies cost a rack
BB Simon just to match
I know u broke even tho trap
U the coldest I ain't know rap
I gotta be
Cus that's the tenth time
U told me that
Ten toes down
No tip toe in that
Hoe I know u lying
But we gon go with that
Just know I ain't go for that
How u tryna eat with me
But won't help bring the groceries back
I'm posting that

Naw... fuck the internet
We on really be in to that
Hoping the pack don't intercept
I go thru the back entrance yea

Because ima star
She wanna fuck me just cus of my car
Trying not to OD
I just bought another jar
Counted up 100
With my brother yaw

Always knew this day would come
Back when I would pray it come

Like a bitch that ain't get hit right
That's life like can't get right

Look at what you left behind
Is u out yo Effing mine
Wouldn't nobody there for me
In desperate times
Knowing I would share my spine
If I'm lying then I'm dying
Steady flying
In a another time zone
Spotted me in LA in a Bronco
Tryna get em pronto

ASAP like rocky
Scamming On Proxies
Pocket full of broccoli
Me, Myself and I
That is my top 3
Nobody can top me
Except yo girl
When she give me sloppy
She calling me papi
Invested in stocks
I'm Investing in properties
Shout-out to monopoly

I passed go
U judge me off my past tho
Think it's cus I'm black bro
Gotta pay me upfront
Cuz niggaz like to back doe
This the truprint
Tru back hoe
Few 100 rackos
Rest in peace to big pun
Pockets on fat joe
I bought a suite
Just for the sink
So Booda stacks
Can whip the crack folks

One stove one microwave
If u lose yo life today
Tell me wats the last words
You'll like to say
Cus it ain't no Hiding
Get u tracked just from the license plates

The hackers fucked my head up
So I ain't gotta jack you for no bread crumbs
Tryna stay low key
Just in case the feds cum
I ain't tryna catch case
But just in case
My bread up
The game cold
But fare enough

Nana told me that
Everybody toting a gat
So don't be missing out on that
But chasing clout a get u wacked
Niggaz name u after packs
I was raised in the trap
On California that's a fact
Rest in peace my cuddy nette
Kit up let go little bruh
Amma go huck up again then go out

B I been wiping in so many states
I keep it real but my social is fake
They call me the goat
They know I'm the great
All in her throat and she loving the taste
She wanted me to just cum on her face
Sippin the clasè that come in the vase

These belencies cost a rack
BB Simon just to match
Wow that was more crazy



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Writer(s): Troy Campbell
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