Troy NōKA - S-type Memories lyrics

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