Lyrics 100 - Trizz, Roc$tedy

100

You said that you keep it a C note, but it’s clear that you see through
Down to fit once them lighters hit, I almost believed you
But real or fake, you my equal
The price you paid, but we the same, we just equal
With the razorblades in the needle, just cut to the chase
Gotta feel the pain to be peaceful, fill that tank with the diesel
Young rebel ride, hella high, devil’s pie, yeah nigga got a sweet tooth
Papercuts when they play with fire, say I’m nuts need insane asylum,
pissy drunk off of Jaegermeister, load it up, throw it, aim and fire
Came off drugs it’s the amplifier, claiming you with the shits
We pull up like a baby diaper, take 'em down with that tranquilizer
Out of the lion’s den to go cage a tiger, can’t tame the beast in these tainted
streets, only known for survival
Kill or be killed, which one you choose?
Kill or be killed, which one you
choose?
Wild and I don’t wanna lose, but not everybody can win, just wanna know
when, send me some clues, only hear when he singing the blues, for now I be
switching the flus, said now I be switching the views
Ay, yeah, I’m Gordon with the C bag, knee deep where the creeps at,
where the fiends at, where the G’s at, niggas all in my beeswax
Fuck niggas I mean that, no handouts you can keep that
We don' seen that, we don’t need that, my cheese stacked please believe that
Demons go where the weak at, you can find rats where the cheese at
I don’t slip where I sleep at, it’s real dark where I creep at
God willing we gon' be back, top billing we gon' relax, he gon' stop smoking
and relapse, so stressed I don’t relax
Call me out with yo' feedback, when the cameras on turn the scene black,
we the Terror Squad better Lean Back, only scared of God and I ain’t seen that
I’m on and I’m tryna go get it today, on and I want it if it’s in my way
I’mma grind till I get it I’m finding me a way, I could die here today I mean
right here today
Write about it, then I die about it, if it’s mine patna no lie about it
We all die when it’s time patna on my poppa on my momma
I’m claiming this shit who gon' take it away?
Niggas don' practically gave it
away, it’s easy I’m breezy I paid it away, they hating they seeing me making
okay, nigga