Trilogy

When I'm hoppin' on the beat, I'm getting ready for war
This your routine, I'm still a teen, but they gon' send me on tour
I keep it four, pockets full, remember a nigga was poor
Was hittin' licks from the winks, shit, we got banned from the store

Niggas call, I cut my line if they ain't talkin' bout green
The niggas comin' out, the struggle, gonna know what I mean
That money talk, the only topic, I'm a back-end fiend
You unseen, your bitch, she dicks, she like the Zouk cuisine

That's just how it go when you got some dough
Panties hit the floor like dominoes
My lyrics like the pole, the shots is critical
Y'all need a code, slip these niggas throat

With that Dlou flow, got plenty more
I let these niggas know who they come second' for
Been on my grind, I still can find time to fuck your bitch
She hitting my line, sayin' it's mine
She think she slick
I'm fresh like primetime, cause D-Loo so fine
The way I hit, she losin' her mind
Throwin' game signs like it's a click
Click, boom, goes a dynamite

Draymond how I'm tryna fight
Walter white, these hoes is breakin' bad
I seen him on the pipe
Jerry Rice, money I'm receivin', yeah, I'm very nice

Niggas love to hate at the end of the day
It's a silent night
I'm insane on any beat
And the product's still the same

I step back like Jane to see my progress
Damn, a nigga changed for the better, man
Mama raised me better than rockin' Canaan
I'm meditating in my mind, it's fuckin' rain

Niggas hating on a nigga like they Caucasian
I'm patient, take they bitch, she love a Caucasian
Blatant, disrespect, make him an impatient
Been racing, for the check, I'm getting impatient

Niggas chatting and confessing, that's humiliation
Took my lyrics out to listen, this is education
I am the greatest, ain't no question, in God's creation
I be the answer, no question, I'm the equation

When I'm rich, I'm gon' get me a Bentley, that is matte black
Already know I hit it from the back because the ass fat
Shorty super freaky, shakin' ass all up on Snapchat
Don't know why these niggas tellin' lies, they know that that's cap

But I tell the truth, like Tupac, I got the juice
This shorty fuck with GMG, for me, she getting loose
Don't even gotta do nothing, she see me, she gonna choose
Shorty kinda bad, I took her crescent heights to see the view

Ayy, niggas know that we won't lose
GMG, I'm finna blow, it's finna be a fuse
Niggas hoes feeling me, I left them with the blues
GST done hit and I done spread the shit on shoes

I refuse, for the sell
GMG
, they know me well
GMG say my name and better ring a bell
This shorty wanted me to curse her when I wish him well

I'll shoot my shot at any who I haven't reached, like Dell
Curry, nigga gets the bands up in a hurry
Shorty, she a war, like Ice Cube, like McFlurry
That shit can't be VVS, cause it's a bit blurry

Fly like a hawk and I be ballin' like Deontay Murray
Ayy, no stunt
These hoes fuck with GMG, I'm lit just like a blunt
The nigga acting big dog when he knows that he's a runt

Steady kicking shit with Gamma, nigga, I ain't talking punt
Posted up with my brand new Timberlands
Thought you would've learned your lesson, had to cut you off again
Saying this, saying that, pussy's faker than pretend

I was broke, I was down, had to run it up again
On my ones all alone, ain't nobody calling on my phone
But your lady tryna blow me like a trombone
Listen up, let me tell you all a story about this kid named Maury

He was bad, but some shorty saying that he got that swag
Chained up, diamonds all around his neck, shit is wet
Like a ocean, yeah, he got that motion like a sensor check
Saying he a dog, but he ain't never even seen a vet

Shorty call me cheetah, but at least I'm not a motherfucking lion
I be flying if my shorty catch me crying
Underneath all the tears, I was smiling, wasn't dying
Tryna fight it, no denying, tryna be a proper guy

But I can't, cause I got some playa in my genes, it ain't my fault
I'm a dog by default, it cost nothing
Shorty see me smile, wanna fuck, it ain't nothing
Said I like em older, only if they 20-something

Met her at a club, now we want it, now we bumping
Really tryna figure out how to get these numbers up
Really tryna figure out how to get these other rappers out
What I gotta do to show these other rappers I'm the best

Sing a couple songs that take a couple bullets to my chest
SIKE Mike n Ike shawdy rode me like a bike
Tryna bite, we alike, bring the pipe with it
Hit it, we get high with it, sun and light with it

I bet I hit it, hit it right with it
Shit gon' hit it, feeling right with it
Stay the night with it, he gon' hit it till he quit it
Bridget wish he would admit it, but he didn't

Steady sinning, wasn't winning, but he grinning
Got a villain within him, he saying kill him to hit him
Tryna convince him, but he wasn't forgiving
He wish he never had to go against him

Why they coming at him, starting to attack him
Tracked him all the way back to the crib and they was laughing
Weapons in the bag, see they knew a time to get there
Like they had to have a time sheet

That's why I be wondering if there's a rat involved
Someone in the walls, hoping for the day I fall
Fuck it tho, stay ten toes down, I won't fall
Know the motto, yeah, we finna fucking ball out



Credits
Writer(s): Maury Jovel
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