Jae Millz

Jae Millz - T.R.O.Y. Freestyle lyrics

rate me

Rest in peace to the real ones

I take a sip, better Henny and I spell something

To prepare for your date ‘cause the will come

OG told me one that have pied and built one,

Remorse for the lames, I don’t feel nothing

When the Prada come in, that’s so my income,

And one dollar but I lost a couple friends y’all

I lost a couple to the jail, sales inside

I lost a couple to the rip babe in the cemetery

The real shit is never .. when memory blurry

Never did my nigga drop jewels now truly always saw me

Nobody got you, like you got you

Keep my circle ‘cause I got a block of intruders

Niggas play the homie roll but the importuners,

Flip my daughters in the eyes, you said I gotta do this

Passport to stand caught where our .. rumors,

I wake up on my grind like every day,

No way, but I need every cake,

Got a direct line on some steady wave,

Fresh off the boat and delivery to every state

Cellphone, keep them best service, or whatever souls in a while got me nervous

Talking to my slime on a line, ecstatic first thought,

And he will f*ck up automatic,

‘cause it’s tragic, when you’re sitting in the court room

Acting like the phone tap tapes, you know ‘bout every diamond shits creep

The gavel swim and it hit deep

Deep down in your heart you know they got you deep

I’m going for the top, spot it all cold,

And coming at the kings neck like Paul George

Whoever got the crown I want a different small in on

Even if it don’t, flip my hand out tilt it off,

Boy you speak like you Juffy at the wall dorf

And f*ck your girl and standing up, and making up a world crow,

Worldwide hustler, the money and ..

I’m all way to travel and somebody call war

The kid lyin’ in the mean zone

And playin’ times that I shoot and your teams on

But my daughter, everything she wanted for Christmas

But I ain’t having wishin’, daddy had a hit list,

And I’m ‘bout to start checkin’ rappers niggas off

Watch me kill these niggas, whoever stays off

I’m just getting where I came for and I’m still me

Even when you cut the fame of music,


Young money

All the real ones

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