[Verse 1: DAEtrius]
And I feel like shooting me a couple n***as
Fire at some aspirations,bet y'all catch the jitters
Line em up,give em the fade, who got the clippers?
I prove my point then coach em up like Doc Rivers
A future rap prominent figure
Still I wonder will it end up ugly or be like Jigga
We never know until we see it
They say he ain't sh**, they never know until I be it
I'll press on
Yesterday's conversation with my pop & moms
Told them I'll die about this rap sh**, don't take me wrong
They laughed like......Who the hell gone take you right ?
U don't really mean it, u just talking n***a outta spit?
But they don't know my mind always playing tricks at night
And I ain't even no geto boy, Calm, collected, mellow boy
But if you push me, I still ain't p**y
I'm pastor Troy, that down south Georgia boy
Gotta be careful about these conscious raps I'm spitting
Because sh** is vice or versa, Still a Clayton County n***a
I'm diving in my vices as my pen continues writing
Father forgive my swears, but I'll be lying if I ain't righteous
Gotta let em know
Cuz n***as a f** u like a hoe, I seen it done to most
Doses of that hate diagnose, will leave u adios
For living grandiose, exposed on the daily post
I'm reading as I'm pouring bowls Milked over the Cheerios
Finesse these raps, to bring the message back
Shoot me with the rhymes, u lying n***a, we tired off that
Use to think you had to have a rap persona
Fascinated by rap videos with titties on em
Uncut, sneaking peaks 3 in the morning
Momma knocks, changes channel, school in the morning
I catch that bus, sit next to window
And a girl sporting some plats, I test her tempo
I liked em kinda fast when I was young
My Older cousin London showed me chicks he boned for fun
He said lil n***a listen this is what u gotta do
f** somebody in her crew, and watch em all come to you
Playa words, Apply to any situation
Keep beating beats, and watch the labels bring me all the bacon