D Bass - Tro

Love a get you killed
Me watchin' get rich or die tryin'
I was prolly 10
Went from runnin' roun wit wood to know they pullin' up wit' sticks
Bought tha hoes down south like we migrated
They tryin' knock me off my hiatus
Lotta blessing got me feelin' like I'm gods favorite
Tryina take me out my box I let em try angles
Im jus smokin' all this weed cuz I done tried patience
We just took a trip to charlotte hand the time changin'
Rock a bye baby, Westbrook after eye exchanges
Chill brodie
Black snake she get tha mamba I'm still kobe
Knowin' niggas prolly gon' miss it I still wrote it
We just smoked a half of tha sticky I feel sober
Eluding all yo questions bout niggas I'd kill over
Everything a joke until niggas get killed over it
Stackin' money cuz I'm bein' broke is a real phobia
Yea
Ice man when I was younger I was the coldest kid
brodie keep tha metal like he standin' on a podium
niggas said they coming for my spot I never noticed e.
Spin yo block a couple times like a roller rink
keen smell from tha tree that's jus tha potency
Niggas tryina knock us off supposedly
Cuz err track I'm snappin' like this poetry
Fugg is niggas thinkin that they cold as me
Summer 16 I was ballin' so hard niggas think I'm playin' overseas
Am I finna flop my cousin courtney tell you no indeed
Yea
This what it sound like feelin' like me nigga
Niggas still drinkin' henny that's cheap liquor
I got women willing to pay me to sleep wit' em'
Swear this beat so hard had me thinkin' that 3 did it
When I start to get in my feelings I need distance
Never in postion to feel like I need niggas
so you know they fam if you ever see me wit' em

Written by:
Darius Bass

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