STS - Trunk of My Computer lyrics

[Intro] (distorted)​​ Trying to sell a milli out the trunk of my computer Trying to- trying to sell a milli out the trunk of my computer (x2) [Verse 1: STS] Trying to sell a milli out the trunk of my computer Blow up like bubble gum you heard the story like Bazooka The center of attention when I post up like a [hoofa?] If it's any problems then I pa** it to my shooters When the Buddha's in my system will I f** her will I dis 'em That's the sh** they be yelling f** that sh** that you be selling Ain't no telling what you cut that with Wouldn't touch that sh** with a long pole But I suppose that ya'll don't see the long goal f** with me the long way Don't f** with me the wrong way Ask a man politely with a gun like Al Capon-ay I meant to say Capone I meant to say Shalom When it started for [?] this sh** slip right from the dome I slip right in your home I slip like vocal tones They see right through your speakers I'm reaching out to meet you If I don't get to greet you at a show you should know Appreciate you very much that you would f** with the flow You know how that sh** go I could go bat sh** broke Until the fat lady sing I got the rap sh** sold And when my Mac unloads from my iTunes folder Motherf**er don't be acting like I ain't told ya Or act like I owed ya Something for nothing Cause ain't nobody give me [Nathan?] when them records wasn't playing And the po were trying to sue us for something we never playing To make short change I was just a heavy fan Goddamn (​​trying to sell a milli out the trunk of my computer}​​) Ya'll n***as trippin' man [Verse 2] I put that work in Every beat gets a murkin' STS from southwest ATL if you been searching Like undercover PO trying to find weed on my person For something that's gon' get you up but not you for certain Nothing's promised I'm honest like Lincoln thinking like eh Proclamation's I'm making I only making me slave To the rhythm I give 'em these quotes antidotes and they dope They full of hope when you're broke And you boat barely float up the river Don't you quiver don't you shiver don't you shake Rivers lead to greater things in life like oceans and to lakes Give you that one you can take Then go home - mediate Take an honest inventory on yourself Hold up wait Hold up mate I can't fake I can't flake I can't flaw I [?] hard being legendary win, lose, or draw Must go hard that's my theory Sigmund Freud Ya'll don't hear me Dear lord - if you really listen this will be the one I been trying to reach the Sun I can barely touch stars And my arms too short to even try to box God Box Chevy with the box 15's in the trunk From the Southside homie if the sh** don't thump They gon' chuck that chump at an Amoco pump Can't fight that funk when it hit you in the face Like mace that burns when you learn they don't dig what you did But you did what you did cause you did what you do Hell I been through it too When the record [?] courteous but [faintly?] aloof Show some cool f** a suit Had to show 'em who the truth But the proofs in the pudding Putting on for my city A-town back to Philly Look at shawty on it y'all All started with a poem and a nic and dutch and a whole bunch of us in a cypher with a lighter and a freestyle to bust Motherf**er look at us - look at us (​​trying to sell a milli out the trunk of my computer) [Verse 3] Look at us you finally got the memo Didn't think I'd make it this far As I think back reminisce on my demo I'm glad I had this time to evolve When most fall to society's ills I was concealed in soundproof booths Eating loops of instrumentals A pad, a pen or pencil, the pictures I paint are mental Quite simple like a Shel Silverstein nevermind All these n***as really want to do is do it for the vine For the gram never gave a damn if people liked me or not I stay in my space doing what I think is hot Don't need no Facebook friend Family is all I got Now folk will flop when they see you as a cash crop Same folk will flock when they see the cash dock Can't stop now we on a roll again Roller coaster bends Ups and downs and the turnarounds Hear the funky sounds banging through your eardrums [?] RJD2, also me too Enjoy what we do This ain't no freestyle Homie had a child and we both trying to eat to [Outro] Trying to sell a milli out the trunk of my computer Trying to- trying to sell a milli out the trunk of my computer