TROY NōKA:
Stuck in the past in love with my vintage jag
Forest green with the Caramel dash
That sh** cla**ic
In 2006 I moved mountains
Drove from Kansas City with nothing but good plastic
Bad habits, guilty of the blackness
Lucky I wasn't on
Judge Mathews
Didn't pay them loans
f** cla**es
Now I'm looking cla**y
Troy Gatsby
These n***as hating on me like polices
But these hoes keep distracting me
From Increasing
I'm just tryna shine n***a flow hot fevers
I don't f** with b**h n***as...that's my thesis
I don't f** with b**h n***as...that's my thesis
I don't f** with b**h n***as...
In my jag
Going 80 on route 80
Tryna get home
If the real die young
Then I ain't got long
Put that on my tombstone
In the game
Tryna take over the world like
Pinky and the brain
In my jag
Going 80 on route 80
Memories in the fast lane
In my s-type
My is leather so soft
Playing weezy ,can't wait to get off
Tied of working for the man
Try'na live large spend stacks in japan
Speaking of get off
I can't pay the rent off
Eviction letter on my table I just ripped off
Life feeling like a rip off
Momma asking why I dip off
Ain't nothing back in Kansas
I rather take my chances
Next week I get my advance in
Couldn't pay rent cause I had to pay my jag and
That's the cost of stunning
Before you have it
Chilling with Jacksons Austin in the wagon
He didn't have to say a word and he was bragging
I told the dealer hold that I had to cop it
I should of kept that 10,000 dollars in my pocket
In my jag
Going 80 on route 80
Tryna get home
If the real die young
Then I ain't got long
Put that on my tombstone
In the game
Tryna take over the world like
Pinky and the brain
In my jag
Going 80 on route 80
Memories in the fast lane
Still on my way to Austin
But I ain't going back broke nope nope
Can't let my kinfolks down
My family line on the line
I'm the last of my kind
My dad had one king then he died
Now I feel like he my guide on the ride
Being nice all the time is suicide
These rappers ain't sh** without a co sign
Oo
Lord be my strength now
Cause the devil tryna cut my light down
So many souls been sold for the lifestyle
Temptations increasing with the height
Purify my soul
Greed leave me
Purify my goals
Illuminate my roads
In my jag
Going 80 on route 80
Tryna get home
If the real die young
Then I ain't got long
Put that on my tombstone
In the game
Tryna take over the world like
Pinky and the brain
In my jag
Going 80 on route 80
Memories in the fast lane