Troy Ave - Monster (Remix) lyrics
rate me(Intro)
Dope boy change, without the streets, ya heard?
Real niggas neva, fake niggas die slow
(Hook)
I turned my ring into a tonka
Turned in my right and turned the hate into a monster
I try to murder everybody _____(?)
Tried to _____(?) head like a boulder
I turned this bitch to a jogger
(Verse)
I turned a brick to _____(?)
Made 5 thou' ova 36
I was with the coco like a ____(?)
Niggas can't talk it like me
They ain't live it, I am vivid
They is sorta Mike B(?!)
New Years Eve I had bless, ____(?) my wife leak
Cuz I dropped off the stage and beat whomeva tried me
Nigga, I don't give a fuck, I'm on some otha shit
Anybody get in touch, I got it on my hip
I ain't bout the bro to fuss
Or I could sit here(?!), couple bucks and we dust
Trust, I'm tryna be coolin' on my way to 1.000.000
But it's back to movin' and mobbin'
Robbin' and killin', if I wasn't 100 with me
I will not be forgiven
All my happy sinners turned into victims, believe that
I am so sneaky, sure, with yo BA
Just violence, no talkin', no time to react
If I get caught, I say fuck it, oh well
My paper so long I could post any bail
My independent money be the most, man, I sail!
My numbers going up like I stepped on a scale
I got my weight up, I did not wait up
For you bum ass niggas, man, I knew you was gun' fail
I just passed by in a front through the hood
My engine in the trunk, used to find it in the hood
Don't worry bout 'em chumps, we be dyin' in the hood
The success is killin' 'em, they lyin' in the wood
Box, that's my brother tellin' me 'aye, don't stop!'
We all had the same start, we all sold rocks
Gradually levitated, started sellin' blocks
More gwop, come and get bounty, we quick to pick up
We comin' up the King's County
BSB is royalty, East Coast crown me
Still got dope weight, so these bitches still on me
Facto, alright alright, don't got no go, where would I chill?
I'm bout to drop Major without a deal
I just bought a condo, a quarter mill
If you ain't deaf, dumb or hatin', then who you feel?
Man, I'm about to ______(?) soon
You talkin' shit, but you ain't even got a livin' room
It's no room, white rappers get on to 'em
Cuz my new album is comin' soon
Wassup!
(Hook)
(Outro)
Facto! All that whack shit, dead!
You know how it go when I come around
All that unbelievable dick riding, like you from _____(?)
Dead! You know how it go when I come around
All that chuggin' on substance, fuck you be talkin' bout
Can't say yo rhymes and be hooked up to a lie detector test
Dead! You know how it go when I come around
I look and sell like New York
I talk that facto talk
And that's it
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