Topsongs van Tracy T
Songteksten
Came through red eyes no jetlag
Geeked off the money this a 100 K cash
**** they be talking but this? what the K said
Brrt Brrt! Get the picture no Jpeg
My glory, gave everything I had
Now what you got for me?
Took the stairs no elevator
Seen every story
Game enforced it
Just another **** want the Bentley and the Porsches
Tryna travel overseas fuck if that ain't work
No tour no bus, ooh I'm back on the turf
Probation hating a **** tryna better his self
Baby mama bein' spiteful 'cause I never was there
But see the one that talkin' 'bout somethin'
But I'm the one that they blame
Know these hoes ain't playing fair
It's all a part of the game
I got a M for dumb shit and not a problem with pain
'cause in the end pain came with everything that I gained
Everybody got choices
Want the Bentleys or the Porsches?
Be broke or have a fortune
Running from these voices
(Just a product of the mud)
So the game I enforced it
('cause the game I enforced it)
I'm running from these voices
Everybody got choices
Blowbama
Everybody got choices
Even playing Phil coulda all had Rolls Royces
Diamonds and pearls, have more oysters
The money counter scream, heard more voices
Plain jane protects cost more
Than that hollow shit you **** flex (Yes!)
I tells ya what's next
Tell you how to dress
And where to cocaine invest
**** grab your vest
Young **** ain't playing
And they aim ain't the best
That's what I call Generation X
E-pills or the D get the whole alphabet
Push! G63's
We put baby mothers at ease
Drug dealer disease
Addicted to the money
Like the air that I breathe
Everybody got choices
Want the Bentleys or the Porsches?
Be broke I have a fortune
Running from these voices
(Just a product of the mud)
So the game I enforced it
('cause the game I enforced it)
I'm running from these voices
Everybody got choices
10 commandments on these 36 ounces
Real life I got 36 houses
To the mansion in the mountains (Boss)
Cup of ice, Mountain Dew and I'm bouncin'
All black when I deal with these accountants
Off balance then you fuck with my allowance
All facts get you whacked for a thousand
The bottles all black, stacks on the couches (Boss)
Five hundred for the drive-by
I'm the plug and a motherfucking live wire
You commentary from the sideline
Condo right next to Lady Gaga's
Branzino on the grill
Sip syrup, spend a million on them pills
And the city know he handles his
ATL my first trap was in Mechanicville
Everybody got choices
Want the Bentleys or the Porsches?
Be broke I have a fortune
Running from these voices
(Just a product of the mud)
So the game I enforced it
('cause the game I enforced it)
I'm running from these voices
Everybody got choices
Written by: Clarence Hutchinson, David Tima Iosua, Devon Gazaway, Earl Stevens, Michelle Bell