Letras
I'm sipping old fashion, hoes getting thrashed in
Out the spot, I send them packing cause I'm relaxing
Five or more like a Jackson
But I don't want you back, I leave them in the past tense
I'm riding Lamborghini and I'm wearing half tints
Believe that they ain't see me, you don't have sense
Sight, sound, smell, taste and touch
I'm way out of your reach cause my paper's up
It's big dope boy Troy, through it all I prevail
My nigga gave me ten bricks out of jail
Some are still for sale, with the yayo I'm going ham
That's another milli if I get a hundred every gram
So I play it safe, slow and steady wins the race
Keep dropping mixtapes, buy communities with gates
Send niggas with no pape, this ain't what you jacking
You more likely to catch me golfing than catch me lacking
What is happening?
I don't know what happened to you niggas
All I know is we was all in the
We all started from gold, it was like, you know what I mean?
It was a marathon, next thing I know I look back
I ain't see nobody, you feel me?
It was like we all started, we all boarded the plane
Next thing you know, I look back and I seen everybody
I mean I was in the front, you feel me?
And then next thing you know I took off
And I look down and I ain't see nobody
Nigga I'm so up, a nigga gotta put a sign
You gotta lay your whole family out in the side
Fuck you Troy Ave, you gotta lay out like
How they be doing this shit where they spell shit out
With the body parts like a football field
You gotta take your whole family and spell out some hating shit
That's how up I am
What? What happened?
Dope boy Troy