Jae Millz - TROY lyrics

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Jae Millz - TROY lyrics

[Verse] Rest in peace to the real ones I take a sip, better Henny and I spell something To prepare for your date cause the will come OG told me one that have pied and built one Remorse for the lames, I don't feel nothing When the Prada come in, that's so my income And one dollar but I lost a couple friends y'all I lost a couple to the jail, sales inside I lost a couple to the rip babe in the cemetery The real sh** is never [?] when memory blurry Never did my n***a drop j**els now truly always saw me Nobody got you, like you got you Keep my circle tight cause I got a block of intruders n***as play the homie roll but the importuners Flip my daughters in the eyes, you said I gotta do this Pa**port to stand caught where our [?] rumors I wake up on my grind like every day No way, but I need every cake Got a direct line on some steady wave Fresh off the boat and delivery to every state Cellphone, keep them best service, or whatever souls in a while got me nervous Talking to my slime on a line, ecstatic first thought And he will f*ck up automatic Cause it's tragic, when you're sitting in the court room Acting like the phone tap tapes, you know 'bout every diamond sh**s creep The gavel swim and it hit deep Deep down in your heart you know they got you deep I'm going for the top, spot it all cold And coming at the kings neck like Paul George Whoever got the crown I want a different small in on Even if it don't, flip my hand out tilt it off Boy you speak like you Juffy at the wall dwarf And f** your girl and standing up, and making up a world crow Worldwide hustler, the money and [?] I'm all way to travel and somebody call war The kid lyin' in the mean zone And playin' times that I shoot and your teams on But my daughter, everything she wanted for Christmas But I ain't having wishin', daddy had a hit list And I'm 'bout to start checkin' rappers n***as off Watch me k** these n***as, whoever stays off I'm just getting where I came for and I'm still me Even when you cut the fame of music