Troy Good - Throwing Shade

Whole lotta pain whole lotta black fog
Whole lotta fakes whole lotta act dawg
Whole lotta brains whole lotta backdraw
These bitches run they lip I swear her dude can talk his ass off
Same dudes I was sharin food I watch my back with
Cant trust a soul I swear this world been doin backflips
Pussy suites you well I brought a whole bag of catnip
Dont try to change a snitch he blow a hole into ya back bitch
The other day we was at the family's crib they throw they throwin shade
They rather see my daughter than the part of her that made her great
They never seen the pain inside her eyes it make me truly hate
Like what the fuck we prayin for when god is spittin in my face
Ooooo
Never been enough I know
Ooooo
Always done the fuckin up
Ooooooo
Fuck it think ive done enough
Ooooo baby ooooo
Dont wait baby run for bleachers
Got some things when im done ima meet ya
Hopin god hears me out when i see him
Yeah yeah yeah
Whole lotta pain whole lotta black fog
Whole lotta fakes whole lotta act dawg
Whole lotta brains whole lotta backdraw
Bitches run they lip i swear her dude can talk his ass off
Last december
I was feelin crazy I had opened up
Had me pouring out my feelins raw i felt throwin up
But after felt amazin shit I even felt like growin up
Stuck a dagger in my past and ran of with a chosen ones
Blop bleepp badaboom i aint wit the bullshit
You can have the petty talk these boogers they aint focosed
The only thing they livin for is goin through the motions
Then wanna pick me at me like troy aint what we told him
Hold up wait a minute aint got a second for a bitch
On my moms if shit get sticky im trimmin hedges with this bitch
And if my girl leave im fuckin betty in thus bitch
Got me feelin like an ape im gettin deadly in this bitch
Tried to run away but i cant now
Blue red lights I aint do it got my hands down
Call it fair fight shit yall fuckin up my math now
All these dark nights got me puttin on my mask now
Oh yeah
Dont wait baby run for bleachers
Got some things when im done ima meet ya
Hopin god hears me out when i see him
Whole lotta pain whole lotta black fog
Whole lotta fakes whole lotta act dawg
Whole lotta brains whole lotta backdraw
Bitches run they lip i swear her dude can talk his ass off

Written by:
Troy Good

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