So these instrumentals they get out on the internet, right
Bobby fisher put em on the jumpdrive
I then take the jumpdrive downstairs
I record the record I put it on the jumpdrive
I then proceed to take the jump drive back upstairs Mp3 ready
The records then emailed to DJ Foot before anyone else
DJ Sense will get the next email
Then it's to you baby, the world
Youtube, comments, blogs, boards, (I do this)
Cause nothing is safe (Yeah!)
Game who gone play today
Guess it's gone be Trey today
Reppin for VA today
Ignorin what a hater say
Got my own lane
Guess it's safe to say I paved the way
Playin like the Lakers back in '88
MJ fade away in '98
Safe to say that I am great
You could say I'm hungry
I could eat a lions plate
I'm a carnivore, I said before
It's breakfast time, I'm spittin out metaphors
I guess I'm hella bored
Or hella talented
Who else could flip this n**** Tip s*** like I done did
Do two songs 'fore I hit the airport
In my wifebeater, in my air shorts
Dre'd head phones
Trey head gone
Pick a line, any rhyme, and it's dead homes
Cause I kill beats, like a still beast
And it's still peace, if you don't feel me
Cause I'm still me, and I'm filthy
Living my life until they kill me
Don't believe I'm dope you must be smokin on that real D
This a real G you facin, no not Mason
I am just amazin, skill and grace
They extra though, like episodes of Will and Grace
Smokin presidental while I chill gettin face
I'm so Bill Clinton, the head of my state
This aint nothing new though
Catch me out on Pluto
I'm outta this world
Where in the world are you though?
Some where back there
Like back back where
My fans got me, they will never drop me
That's exactly why I say that they can never stop me
Everything I do is cold, Appalachians, Rockies
Mountain Tops are cold as s***, let's just see how cold I get
Cause I'm going to the top, holla when you notice it
Boutta lotta, beatta lotta, however the sample go
Say I gotta oh so, what I need a sample fo
Got a lot of green, not enough to get a phantom though
Runnin through the green like a deer or some antelope
Pressure's on me, but aint nothing I can't handle though
Nothing I ain't seen, game sweeter than a cantaloupe
I'm like the villain man, they can be the good guys
I'm Heath Ledger, my role's much better
No Joker though, face like poker though
Furthest you've chillies been is the pochono
All the G's say, trigga it's your time again
Plus the women feel him as if they were ridin him
It's the T, and then it's the R, give me a E, then Y and Songz
This is for free, this is no charge, do it with ease, this is not hard
You're killing it right (Yeah) Treyy eyy eyy
Middle fingers to hatas, he killing it right (yeah)Treyy eyy eyy
From VA to Jamaica, he killing it right
He tight (Yeah) he right (Eyy) he tight (Fo Sho)
He killin it right
He tight (Yeah) he right (Eyy) he tight (Fo Sho)
He killin it right
Belive dat
Ooohhh. Eyy Eyy
Aint nobody dope like Songz
Imma let the beat go on
Ride the Paper Trail on home
Forever Imma keep my grind on
Aint nobody on the s*** that I'm on
Not that I'm on (No)
Either Imma go hard or go home
And I aint goin home.
It's the T, and then it's the R, give me a E, then Y and Songz
This is for free, this is no charge, do it with ease, this is not hard
You're killing it right (Yeah) Treyy eyy eyy
Middle fingers to hatas, he killing it right (yeah)Treyy eyy eyy
From VA to Jamaica, he killing it right
He tight (Yeah) he right (Eyy) he tight (Fo Sho)
He killin it right
He tight (Yeah) he right (Eyy) he tight (Fo Sho)
He killin it right
Bobby fisher put em on the jumpdrive
I then take the jumpdrive downstairs
I record the record I put it on the jumpdrive
I then proceed to take the jump drive back upstairs Mp3 ready
The records then emailed to DJ Foot before anyone else
DJ Sense will get the next email
Then it's to you baby, the world
Youtube, comments, blogs, boards, (I do this)
Cause nothing is safe (Yeah!)
Game who gone play today
Guess it's gone be Trey today
Reppin for VA today
Ignorin what a hater say
Got my own lane
Guess it's safe to say I paved the way
Playin like the Lakers back in '88
MJ fade away in '98
Safe to say that I am great
You could say I'm hungry
I could eat a lions plate
I'm a carnivore, I said before
It's breakfast time, I'm spittin out metaphors
I guess I'm hella bored
Or hella talented
Who else could flip this n**** Tip s*** like I done did
Do two songs 'fore I hit the airport
In my wifebeater, in my air shorts
Dre'd head phones
Trey head gone
Pick a line, any rhyme, and it's dead homes
Cause I kill beats, like a still beast
And it's still peace, if you don't feel me
Cause I'm still me, and I'm filthy
Living my life until they kill me
Don't believe I'm dope you must be smokin on that real D
This a real G you facin, no not Mason
I am just amazin, skill and grace
They extra though, like episodes of Will and Grace
Smokin presidental while I chill gettin face
I'm so Bill Clinton, the head of my state
This aint nothing new though
Catch me out on Pluto
I'm outta this world
Where in the world are you though?
Some where back there
Like back back where
My fans got me, they will never drop me
That's exactly why I say that they can never stop me
Everything I do is cold, Appalachians, Rockies
Mountain Tops are cold as s***, let's just see how cold I get
Cause I'm going to the top, holla when you notice it
Boutta lotta, beatta lotta, however the sample go
Say I gotta oh so, what I need a sample fo
Got a lot of green, not enough to get a phantom though
Runnin through the green like a deer or some antelope
Pressure's on me, but aint nothing I can't handle though
Nothing I ain't seen, game sweeter than a cantaloupe
I'm like the villain man, they can be the good guys
I'm Heath Ledger, my role's much better
No Joker though, face like poker though
Furthest you've chillies been is the pochono
All the G's say, trigga it's your time again
Plus the women feel him as if they were ridin him
It's the T, and then it's the R, give me a E, then Y and Songz
This is for free, this is no charge, do it with ease, this is not hard
You're killing it right (Yeah) Treyy eyy eyy
Middle fingers to hatas, he killing it right (yeah)Treyy eyy eyy
From VA to Jamaica, he killing it right
He tight (Yeah) he right (Eyy) he tight (Fo Sho)
He killin it right
He tight (Yeah) he right (Eyy) he tight (Fo Sho)
He killin it right
Belive dat
Ooohhh. Eyy Eyy
Aint nobody dope like Songz
Imma let the beat go on
Ride the Paper Trail on home
Forever Imma keep my grind on
Aint nobody on the s*** that I'm on
Not that I'm on (No)
Either Imma go hard or go home
And I aint goin home.
It's the T, and then it's the R, give me a E, then Y and Songz
This is for free, this is no charge, do it with ease, this is not hard
You're killing it right (Yeah) Treyy eyy eyy
Middle fingers to hatas, he killing it right (yeah)Treyy eyy eyy
From VA to Jamaica, he killing it right
He tight (Yeah) he right (Eyy) he tight (Fo Sho)
He killin it right
He tight (Yeah) he right (Eyy) he tight (Fo Sho)
He killin it right