MC Tree G, Roc Marciano - Trynawin lyrics

Different superstitions
My newest Coupe is missing
This roof and it's cruel intentions
It's zooming through June in Venice
It's never too relentless
It's only you too intensive
My toolies are few defense men
I own it like Gucci symbols
Got my newer henchmen
My old ones reduced their sentence
Down to a year or so
Now he want true repentments
Can't blame him, can't blame him
Want better things
Twenty fifties, ten fives, but I never drink
Hustling since a shorty
Since a shorty I've been hustling
What the fuck? Fuck
Fuck niggas I ain't fucking with
Mommy got foodstamps
Money from the government
Papa told me never fuck a bitch
If she ain't sucking dick
The dirty bitch, she doubles
It, do everything, she doubles it
She knows in your ammo, yo
You know what the fuck I meant?
It's crazy, crazy, had me in a hazy
First they say I'm awkward now they
Talking they gone pay me
Mama used play me, scratch
All tickets like men, if that don't get it
She never got it, she's get it and I'm older
Colder pockets getting swoller, if I
Never do nothing, mama see me in a Rover

My bitch is terra-cotta
I'm on that Aristotle
My grandma play the lotto trying to win

Cold summers, hot winters, God's with us
The truth's hard to swallow like cod liver
Mom J-cup, sharp shape up
Get your cake up, lift your cape up
Switch your pace up, gym starts
Split your face up
Then hit the taste up, spray your place up
My DNA and make-up, it's bake up
Cut the Korean steak up won't take a pay cut
Flip the gray truck
Stick it in your gut and hit the lake up
Vicious imagery, Lamborgini cemetary
Geese and hennessy
Thick bitches from Tennesse
Let you tell it what you telling me
You celery it's elementary, melodies
Pleasant memories, it's necessary, B
I spend my nights in the
Telly like Ron Jeremy
You better G then better G
I twist you like the letter G
So if I said it let it be