Zelda’s Legend

(Travis... Karter)
[Level 1: Travis Karter]
Ima go ‘n’ do it like this
Typing to your chick like this
Say I make her feel different
Say she never felt like this
Say she dont like when i call her a *
So ion really do it often
Boy ya lil’ ass can’t drive…
Watch me go’n put her in a benz

Tryna turn a hundred to a million
Why God sent me
Watched my idol turn a benz
Damn into a silver bentley– (aye)

2017 pulled up (man I came) in the whip
2017 now I’m coming for your chick
2017, I been balling ‘bout 17 years
Only bout time I start to see success, aye!

Talk s– get hit
Can’t talk “S”
With a damn busted lip
Can’t really talk when ya lip got 50 holes in it
From that one two jab then dip
Yuh!

Grrr, Empty out the clip
Brr-br-brrr, Nextel chirp (ah!)
Pick it up
Bling! iPhone text
Shawty dropped the pin so you know I had to go’n’ pick her up

Pick it up, then she lick, it up and I dick it up
Oh my gosh, think I’m finna fuck
Could I fall in love?

Me and my boys in the club turning up
You know that we know that you heard of us
We in the back doin’ something, Tell her hurry up
All black car in the summer, burning up
Everyday I learn a new lesson, I’m learning, huh?
Lived about 6000, still ain’t learned enough

[Level 2: Travis Karter]
Sic–
Sic 6 6
6k!
On my wrist, bae!
Do a trick, bae!
Diamonds in my earrings and my mouth a make you sick, bae
Look at that too long, might freeze your heart up on a chilly day
Anyday– whether weather's warm, we can run the fade

Anyway
We do these things, A, forever, bae!
I been on the grind I'm Tony hawk I feel like I can skate
2017, I changed my mind up and my mind state
Changed my whole career, I dropped this album just for charity

[Level 3]
Now I been workin’ so hard
I pray to God that's it's my season
I just do it for my reasons, blast the gas until depletion
I remember early mornings, late nights I prayed to Jesus
I was fighting for my freedom, making waves just like I'm Yeezus
Now I made it, can't believe it, keep my shield in coliseums
‘Cuz I know these boys is fake– Hella faces: Tetrahedron
I keep blasting, overheating, & I can't stop it, it just deepens–
Spitting flame in such a way you'd think that gas be what I'm eating

I just work so hard so one day they gon know that when they see me
Travis Karter? Kris Madu? Now they gon’ put him in museums
Flex on all these hoes that flexed up on me ‘fore I was eating
Til I wake up and realize this whole time I was just dreaming
I was sleepin’…

Then I wake up
Life's a ugly girl that forgot her makeup
But I'm still tryna (Pah!) that's just it be, bruh
Tryna make her my –
Hope we never breakup
(I hope we never break-ahh!)

[Interlude: Baby Taty]
You are now listening to Phase III by Travis Karter
100% of the Proceeds from this album go towards Water Is The Answer
A charity providing access to clean water in developing nations
Play this album at high volumes, and as frequently as you can