[Intro: Propain & Gp 4/5]
(TrillStatik 5, nigga) Yeah
(Statik Selektah)
Propain
Forever Trill shit
Bun, you know I got 'em, mane
(Talk to 'em) Look
[Verse 1: Propain & Gp 4/5]
Make room to let the trillest in, .40 on my side, he on militant
Styles P flow, real gangsta and a gentleman
All that rap shit you niggas doin', where the dividends?
The young bucks rap 'bout yayo don't even got fifty cent
But I do, yeah, no top, bitch, I'm in the wind
All white diamonds, neck and wrist look like Eminem
My cousin caught a charge, I thought my bread could bribe his innocence
He went to trial, they gave him life, and I ain't huggеd my nigga since
That's why nine days my heart dark as limo tint
'Bout my monеy, you play with mine, we spin like Emmitt Smith
UGK alumni, nigga, I got a membership
This TrillStatik 5 and five times I done killed this shit
All red Dickie suit, I resemble Pimp
Pocket full of chicken, rubber band around the Benjamins
Ridin' on 45, bad bitch, she look like KenTheMan
Propain, before I'm done, them hoes gon' remember him (Uh), let's get it
[Verse 2: Gp 4/5]
I'm decorated, they devastated and hate we made it
I'm from a place where you gotta die to get celebrated
Know I'm the one so success my niggas anticipatin'
On Gp, give the game to my son like Gary Payton
We on the rise, know niggas died tryna feel alive
They know it's campaign business, nigga, or drink and drive
Dope in my satchel, breakin' down Ps 'cause I had to
It's only Gs in my circle and all my bars is factual
Supernatural, pops locked, I was raised a bastard
Was skippin' classes but the street life I had to master
I found a answer like John Thompson recruitin' Allen
I shared my heart with my family and gave the world my talent
We dream chasin' so my squad embrace Meek's music
You gotta keep it transparent, they could see through your lies, my nigga
On my side of town, our focus was survive, my nigga
TrillStatik in Miami, share the vibe, my nigga
[Verse 3: Oti$]
Fresh off of twenty-three and ones, mama could finally see her son
He callin' home to tell his guys he got his mojo back
Lil' bro ain't tryna hear that shit, he let his car do all the talkin'
All them motherfuckin' horses, they bringin' Polo back
I've been on both sides of that jail call
You ain't have to talk through jail walls, hear your name for mail call
Now we do dinners at Chama Gaúcha and Juliets
I can't be Romeo, but I'm Master P if your mans call
Why would I drive by the bitch when it's like six more on the way?
Okay, I'm just playin' like Tyler Perry, I still like to play
'Cause I could all bad by myself like I'm Mary J
All I need is a bad bitch and a pound of some Mary J, what else to say?
The biggest thing out my city like I'm the kid from Akron
Lil' bro got so many head tops, he might need an aspirin
Alexander Wang on the denim, lil' baby, thanks for askin'
I won't do a motherfuckin' thing that come close to average
[Verse 4: Bun B]
I saw some things I probably shouldn't've seen growin' up
The thugs with the drugs and the fingers they was throwin' up
Livin' the fast life with fast women and fast cars
Doin' shit that coulda had my fast ass behind bars
Still got the scars on my body to remind me
So I could still stay focused and keep this bullshit behind me
The time we used to spend chasin' after bein' grown
Now all we tryin' to do is chase paper and be at home
I'm glad I never had to sell out just to buy in
And bein' happy growin' old, not tryna be a YN
On my end, I just keep it real 'cause it's necessary
I don't wanna be the next one bein' buried in the cemetery
I'm locked in all the way and threw the key away
'Cause I could see the place so they won't leave a player DOA
We gon' be okay 'cause God got us and we covered
So fuck who don't like us 'cause our mama said that they love us, motherfuckers
