[Verse]
Still spittin that same shit
Should have blown up
My raps they dont change
Its real talk, sho ‘nuff
If yall just praying on somebodys knees
Thats why i should the seventh letter, put this album out for free
Geez homie
In high school i lit the weed homie
The fuck happened to me
I washed the smoke from my sweaters
Now blood drip from my writtens
Yall fuck around like some pussies
Thats why your mixtapes is kittens
And snuggle rap like some mittens
I fucked around and got good
Thats why your whole circle bumping me as loud as they should
My family crowded my hood
Then went and blew up your spot
No roc-a-fella affiliation still i threw up that roc
Cause diamonds ain't for just them rappers went and signed to a label
Im willing working my table
My precious mind is unable
To see me see you mofuckers call me backpack rap shit
Trillo rappin angry thats that bap bap bap shit
See i dont wanna get like that
And you dont wanna fret like that
I just want a little bit of money and respect mofucka yeah it just like that
Jet like that
Hit up everybody in the game cause im coming for they fame
No bank but i can't complain
Its so same the same
I won't change mofucker yeah it get like that
Left like that
Coast shit im all west like that
Coat shit she too wet like that
No snitch i dont sweat like that
Just like that
If trillo speaking that which isnt truth
Then jesus taking cover low while satan shooting from the roof
See i ain't really into talking shit
But plenty people put me in that box, so now yall got me pissed
I feel like space jam mike shootin bricks from the back
I started slowly now my game is good enough for that draft
Yall mofuckers got me only bumpin me in the whip
I feel like two-thousand & twelve
It’s sucka free in this bitch
Just give me more and i can promise yall that mass appeal
These microphone facts heavy and this cash could kill
Its so ironic, this pressure is moving me like techtonics
I jump on it and its only a second until i pawn it
I done flown it, ain't a second or detail that i can omit
Spittin vomit, killin verses for trophies so now i own it
This is perhaps indeed the realest shit i wrote
Got me feeling like perhaps i am the realest dick for throats
So fuck it, bust a nut on every single rap in which i wrote
Sitting high above these clouds as if that pastor sniffing coke
Fuck is up