The Ezrahite and Charles Vega - Trill AF

Tripping off of the good shit, them dollar bills got me going stupid
Make my way to 3K so ain't no stopping gotta keep it moving
I never get days off, whatever chapter I'm in I be ripping a page off
Taking a leaf, roll it up, I start smoking the J and I'm faded off it
If life is a movie, I'm winning a set of Oscars
Watch is spinning like blades on a helicopter, I be running to get a chopper
Gotta get a lot of treasure, filling my chest with product
Smoking hella chronic, try and test me got you changing your voice like you metatonic
I collect the profit, we a business
I know that you follow my words like a teleprompter
You fuck with the new shit?
The prophet been making the news quick
If you didn't know I'm so fucking solid and you about to get hit with the pool stick
"Trilla" E on his Q shit
Like the killer bees, I be making her cream on some Wu shit
Leave her with ghost face
Started fucking a Russian her pussy is looking like Putin
Give me time to breathe since you see me putting the work in
I'm too high but then I'll start coming down and I'll give you run around
I got heat like it's summer my chain kind of looking like winter
I put my life in this I ain't finished 'till the Grammys know that I'm the fucking winner

I buss shit then I run shit while I treat the game as my new flame
Give me one year and I'm serving bitches as I'm making my way up the food chain
Who could you blame? Me?
Now you covered in butane
When you fuck with a prophet I'm hitting your crew with the loose aim
Now you in danger, touché
I'm too shady, you too late to the after party
Couldn't even spare you full plate
I don't fuck with you, your struggle for me is a good day
If you get name dropped, consider it an opportunity to get a head start
Then the feds and your family writing your eulogy
Ain't got a head like me, can't think like me
I be in a different zone, then I'm taking your chick and we get it on
You ain't had a chance if I'm betting on it
You don't ring a bell so I set alarms
You think I'm being too bold? Naw
Pass to the side cause your pussy is coleslaw, I happen to know it all
But I'm the product of treachery, look at my friend really watching my enemy
What else can you see with the fire I got since the heat's an amenity
Running this shit 'till I'm 70
On the tape, bitch you been dead
Now you getting fucked like a dickhead
Instead, I give you special treatment since all my opps'll get hit with lead

Written by:
Ethan Viera

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