Trev Rich - To Each His Own
Verse 1:I ain’t with that rah-rah shit
Everybody racing to get the same plate nigga I ain’t with that Popeyes shit.
Once you hit a certain point we all get the same hate.
We grew up the same way.
Spent a lot for a lil chain but it came with unlimited brain.
Nigga my heart felt unlimited pain.
I ain’t gon we ain’t gon never be the same
Cause I’ll never be a never be a never be a lame.
Never need one never keep one
You paid for that bullshit get a refund
Momma bought a Cadillac for the deacon
She ain’t even get to ride in the bitch at least once.
They screamed when we lost but not when we won.
Ain’t never roll a blunt I was my rolling sleeves up.
Shorty dropped out now she be t’d up
Went from straight A’s to getting some D cups.
Crazy what will these women be doing to please us
Crazy what these women won’t do to please them.
You ain’t gotta jump off of the deep end
You’ll never get that validation you seeking
Prolly never quit just change the reason
No can’t talk kuz me i need to see the cheese and everything it brings except the R A T S. And i know sick of me
Hook:
I know you sick of me leaving
But I need it
Like me breathing
I got my reasons
You can’t see it
But it’s decent
Gave my heart
Now Ima keep it
All these leaches
All these beaches
All these demons
All these preachers
All that freaks
All that reaching
I don’t need it
But to each his own
Verse 2:
To each is own
To each a bone
Bitch take me off speakerphone
Why you never call when you be alone
I ain’t with group chat read alongs
Don’t try tell me you special
I say you was extra
You can’t be yourself
Then how can I accept you
Cause I ain’t tryna read they posts
Bout how a nigga need to blow
Bout how a nigga need the dough
A nigga still eating pizza rolls
A nigga still fuck decent hoes
And I can get where i need to go
Yea they cold but I’m the fever though
Keep a nigga on a need to know
Basis
Cause basically they hating
Save ya’
Hate for me just take them
Make it great for me I’m saying
Stay away from me just stay in
I be popping my shit
Feel so proud like a pop when son finally pocket a bitch
In my pocket and shit
Got you upset like a pop when his daughter get knocked by a pimp
I’m dropping that shit nigga
Praying all my niggas touch 6 figures
Put it anywhere but yo’ wrist nigga
Cause time is money and being broke ain’t funny so i be
Hook:
I know you sick of me leaving
But I need it
Like me breathing
I got my reasons
You can’t see it
But it’s decent
Gave my heart
Now Ima keep it
All these leaches
All these beaches
All these demons
All these preachers
All that freaks
All that reaching
I don’t need it
But to each his own
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