[Intro: T.bone]
After Dark Records
Tinat & Tyroone, T.bone General Y'all know how it gets down
Dannykull on the beat, Emekoviic my n***a
I see you
[Hook: Tyroone]
We made it
We made it
24/7 we stay faded
Ask your girlfriend
She probably knows me
Cause I run my city
Run my hood, with my hommies them
We made itx2
We hustled hard & grind to get famous
Ask some real folks
They probably know me
Cause i run ma city
Run my hood with my hommies them
Verse1: Tyroone]
We made n***a
Back then we was broke n***as
This year we make six figures
Your golddigger wants sweet sugar
I'm on the track and I k** n***as
Like Micheal Jackson I Thrill n***as
I hustled hard like Ace hood
Now I got the world on my back n***a
Chase your dreams and get it right
Resurrect your weak mind back to life
Get your damn haters outta sight
It's my life and mine to fight
My hutsle, mine to grind
If my light, then my shine
If my sh**, then my cry
My fvck up, my bad
God damn it, I made it n***a
White peagoen in my pocket n***a
Flying high like am faded
You never heard of me, you outdated n***a
Clips loaded, pocket full
Now I'm rolling with the camera crew
Them b**hs wanna come take a shot
I'm talking vodka, f**ing the Glock
Purple drank, I drink my fill
Tell 'em haters I got new deal
"Got new deal, like he the king?"
"What the f** is Y'all talking about?"
An ace up my sleeves
Got 'em b**hs in my jeans
Them be blow me like a breeze
"In my trans-am" was a hit b**h n***a
Chorus: Tyroone]
[Verse2: T.bone]
It's the God, no fantasy
That got all this fans to see
You can try to copy but I swear there's no other me
Sounds coming outta me
Freestyle became a part of me
Boys been no they smile but right now
I swear they bow for me
Followers satisfied
I'm so getting verified
We having a mic feast
And wack rappers sacrifice
So let's get it started
See my flow Lives you retarded
From the back to the front sit
To the codeine we gonna sip
Shutting there mouth zip
Let me give you a tip
Grand Hustles T.i, i am a god
f** Lucifer, damn the Pope
Cause this sh** is better than that
"Hail Mary" flow
King of crock city(k.d), get it?
See that's the logo
Call it what you like
But "Can't Fade" is the motto
Paparazzi wanna snap
Come, just take photo
You know me ama go-go
And all the soko who wanna rap
Should come to my boko
[Hook: Tyroone]
[Verse3: Tyroone]
I'm on n***a
Lyricist on the role n***a
Like jay - z & Kanye
You Watch the throne that I'm on n***a
Broke n***as, b**h n***as
They trying to s** the beef link n***a
My audemar like mardi Gras
I got the sh** on my wrist n***a
Dropping hits with my n***as like what(war)
Popping louder than a champaign, no cork
Fast b**h on my tail n***a
Smoking faster than Ace n***a
Nike kicks I slide on it
My jesus piece is got a smile on it
Rolly wrist with diamonds on it
I Roll the weed & get crack on it
Real n***as, all my n***as real n***as
Say what n***a?
Real b**hs, all my b**h's real b**h's
f** Snitches
I k** n***as who k** n***as cause k**ing n***as is wrong
This chopper is just a carnival
Bullet splitting a n***a with no blood
I touch the ground & i cross the block
And i pulled up and rap monster drop
With my piece on & my piece on
And my jeans sags so I f** 'em all
f** 'em all
f** 'em all
I said f** the n***as that be hating on
With Vin Diesels dick I f** em fast
And live the b**h's n***a so furious
[Hook: Tyroone]
[Final Verse: Tyroone]
After Dark records
We ain't like em bunch of oppurtunists
That was giving opportunity
To make a difference in music
But gave no oppurtunity
Nothing new or fresh, it's just the same a** sound
Same old producers, with the same a** sound
Up and coming artists got identity crisis
Cause whenever you you, the labels turn you away
But you may think of a way
To put the criticism aside get on a track, and
Say what the f** you wanna say
The radio's gonna to play, whatever the listeners say they should
But I don't want the listeners to say they should
Indeeed they should
Indeed I should smack a few n***as
Like shook
If we can make right here in Abj
We can make it anywhere n***a
And let's do this sh** n***a