TristanRoget - My Brand

Twenty-Five Eight, TristanRoget, TristanRoget
I'm brand new chuck steppin', gold fist flexin'
You make-shift rappin' and I'm makin' hit records (Bitch)
Bitch it was my pleasure, be careful how you address him (Quick Lecture)
They think they're doin' it if you let 'em
So I'ma make sure I show 'em better than I tell 'em
I'm smokin' in the Cadillac talkin' to the teller
While they're gettin' in their feelings like a bitch gettin' jealous
I'm killin' with my team make sure you feel the pressure
Wood grain grippin' while I'm dippin' on the leather
You halfway a hundo, two under one
I'm the funky white boy thats as trill as they come (Huh)
I do it all and I do it for fun
And I sleep with a pillow under the gun
I'm swisher sweet splittin', dope from the beginnin'
You ain't fuckin' with Tristan? That don't make sense pimpin' (Roget)
Call you blinker; All that lane switchin'
I'm in the same game homie, we just play different
A nobody and a lame? Thats the same difference
We make our beats, record the vocals in the same kitchen
And all I'm sayin' is our shit is bangin', you can't hang with us... no
And all I'm sayin' is my shit is bangin', you can't hang wit it... no (Nah)

I'm brand new chuck steppin'
Gold fist flexin
You make-shift rappin' and I'm makin' hit records
They think they're doin' it if you let 'em
So I'ma make sure I show 'em better than I tell 'em
My brand is from the land of the giants
My brand is from the land of the giants
They think they're doin' it if you let 'em
So I'ma make sure I show 'em better than I tell 'em
My brand is from the land of the giants
My brand is from the land of the giants

My brand is from the land of the giants
Homie don't bother, don't know why you are tryin'
Flickin' ashes out the coupe, got the tires cryin' (Skrr)
Coldest in my city, if I lie I die
Wanna see how a winner look then I'm the guy
Ray-ban gangster, four-eyes on the prize
Everybody doin' music, they don't do it as nice
And I'm here to shake 'em up like they do with the dice
Yeen got enough juice? You better steal some
They makin' new music, never feel none
I'm ten toes for my team (Team) 'til the deal done
Call 'em camoflage, I can only see the real ones
Break your leg brody, tryna kick it with me
I'm not hittin' up the stage 'til they kick in my fee
I got bars, I got beats that'll kick in your teeth
Ifya see me, I'm gettin' paid
I don't kick it for free, no
I don't kick it for free, no
I don't kick it for free
Better steal some
Never feel none, no
I never feel none

Written by:
Tristan Lucken

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