Tre Hernley - Inter (feat. Kiddynv)

Money, drugs, and power, what's your option
Liquor, weed, and sour, what's your option
Nicotine and chowder, what's your option
The pills that lean devour all your options
Spend it, flip it, tryna make some profit
These women got me empty, fuck them all, yeah
I might just go empty all these clips
With the Bible on me, cause I am a sinner
Survival instincts, praying for forgiveness
But still I up it, if you out here tripping
There ain't limits to what we are gifted
He moving too fast, he black and he glad they kill him
She ain't shaking her ass, or fucking the mass they kill her
Dreams and opportunities, she builds for
The finer things are out of reach, we steal for
Still, I'm back in the field, I'm making this check work
Still, I better my skill, I better my network
Still, I'm keeping it real, and making they necks hurt
Stepping on these critics with no effort
The money got me sinning for the better
Vision, my precision is too vicious
My fitness is relentless when I kill shit
You niggas wouldn't listen when I speak
So the beat come on, I sin so you can hear this
Pop out, work till I clock out
The money come, I conquer
Smooth mudifucka
Try to tell my vision, you niggas was making fun of
So I don't fuck with none of you niggas like Uncle Ruckus
Swinging in the jungle, life is a puddle
Life is a bitch and I keep running out of rubbers
Gotta get my funds up
Money come, money go
Like a quick fucker, fuck her never lover
Serve God only, get a check
Then I swerve on my lonely, that Patek don't concern to the holy
Fuck all the phony, I can't fake on my life for a rollie
When the camera off, life still rolling
Life still going, I can't stop, cause my heart keep flowing
But this world made my heart feel frozen
Pray that my homies keep a sword for the snakes
When they trolling, pray to God that my faith stay

Written by:
Tresuan Hernley

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