Trill Hill - Money Mitch

Growing pains
Life be frustrating
It could throw a curve ball at any given minute
By myself till the end
I ain't worried bout these friendships
I gotta get it by myself
All I got is me nigga who the fuck you kidding
It's trill hill in a two seater coop
Blowing dro like a fuckin rasta
Cookin in the lab
Like i'm chef in up some pasta
I came to conquer
Anything that's in my way
On any given day
Real nigga to the core
That's how I was raised
Been a couple times that nigga trill almost caught a case
Thinking bout the days they pulled us over put us in the cuffs
Luckily we ain't have no duff
Fuck all these cops they trynna violate us

I'm running out of patience I'm sick of waiting
We at war
It's far from over
We ain't stopping till the war is won
Always fearing none but god
Always even out the odds
Uncle toms getting slept
I demand my respect
All my niggas is a threat on a mission that's a fuckin bet
Killin' these beats and. need me a check
All of these rappers I aim at the neck
Murking these niggas on all of these tracks
East San Diego we been on the map
Niggas is sleep fuck did you think
Numbing the pain while I'm hitting the pink
Fornever the brand we the dream team
Only the strong we cutting the weak
I stay on the hustle
Everyday out the fuckin week
I ain't with that homie shit
I'm really on some other shit
Anti social type of niggas squares I ain't fuckin' with

Written by:
Ian Hill

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