Tre Tre Bout That - Forever Ever Is A Lie

Forever ever is a lie to me
Don't pity me don't cry for me
Same ones that was doubting me
Fucked off a major commodity
He on the net tryna find a freak
Me Im setting up a robbery
Shoot that addy with a couple screen shots
Im tryna hit the fuckin lottery
People start to look at swimming different after they done treaded where piranhas be
Play my little Demons
If you want a reason
Leave yo ass shitty way a toddler be
She got cute toes skin glow hair long mahogany
She yell world is yours while I bend her forward
Then I'm right back where the dollars be
My main bitch married my ex gal pregnant
My baby mama gorgeous new bitch beautiful wit good credit
And I'm smoking on some broccoli stackin up the lettuce
Tre Tre kill the beat you better call a paramedic
Now if you need a cook pay me up front and Ima still tuck 7
Before momma died told me stay out the club if you can't buy a section
I got blood on my money kinfolk I aint makin no exceptions
Cuz mother fuckers take your kindness for weakness until you show aggression

But aint Charlene say that she gives a fuck
What we do just stay safe and go get you some money
I work hard
Rap hard
Trap hard
Scrap hard
I be damned if I let naan nigga punk me
Im bout that

Hopped out the cage not a crumb to my name
Heart frozen solid ice coarse thru my veins
Eleven years old smokin green in 6th grade
With Domo using sticks to poke human remains
Im sayin
Quit playin
Second place is still losing
Drippin she oozin she gush I abuse it
Dick them too good they get sprung and intrusive
Chocolate like cocoa
Or mixed like my fusions
Aint trippin
Who trippin
They trippin lets get em
Don't freeze on no mission they flinch wrong u sick em
Hide the pistol when my po gotta visit
Aint goin stop smokin momma aint raise no quitters
I know what it feel like to get abandoned
Chances not come up empty handed
Motherfuck gettin cross examined
Wreck a beat like i crash landed
Experienced the stereo type
Loud Fire arms and crack pipes
Hunger pains on lonely nights
The struggle real but i came out aight
My life is R rated
They hate that i made it
Roll sticks and sell stone and leave bones dislocated
Im still gettin brain so educated
You ride like a saddle my thumb in your anus
White t is stainless my
My mom mixed asian
Korean and Cuban that's asian persuasion
Wine is Italian the coke is Caucasian The weed is jamaican
How could I be racist

Written by:
Tre'vaughn Sabbs

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