Troy Ave - Perm lyrics

Mic check, mic check BSB Records We the number one independent label in the streets, I'm just telling you what it is and it is what I tell you (Powder) It's a drought and I'm getting some more [?] today I'm the n***a with the weight, other n***as gotta wait I'm make this work through magic before I sit it on the plate Harry Potter nah Houdini all that's missing is a cape When I'm in Rhode Island, all I'm hitting is the capes [?] and them b**hes get to the cake Moving the type of sleeves that you don't roll down And I don't love hoes so when I'm in town One night only, after that they the homies If they keep it trill I'm treating them like they trophies Better yet a mule, bet I'm not a fool If you ain't down to help me get no money then we ain't cool f** fake friends, paid a buck for the Benz Threw it on my album cover and I left the stock rims Literally, picture me rolling on my 2Pac You on the trap [?] nowhere [Hook] n***a I'm a savage, n***a I'm a savage Getting crazy paper, Count on weekends and it's madness I'ma hit the b**h, even if the b**h is average I'm just here to f**, I ain't interested in marriage Married to the game, different birds be my boo BSB the game and c**aine get us through The bad times, the good grind baby earn Now everybody over here straight like a perm If money's the root of evil then say I'm down the devil Now on my arrival, smell like some [?] f** the Pyrex [?] inhale I love the aroma, you're other plug sh** stale [?] My work is direct delete from Guatemala Free shipping, free chicken whipping dollars M, O, capital B, feel free to holla' If you ain't talking money too, the f** you talking 'bout My women ride Range Rovers and GPS they routes On the road to riches Unimpressed by pictures To get her p**y wet you gotta start with six figures Or better seven Step your sh** up get a ladder I stepped on bricks, now I'm up Sitting with the ladder I'm just telling you what it is and it is what I tell you Dope boy, Troy Ave my flow crazier than [?] n***a I'm a savage, n***a I'm a savage Getting crazy paper, Count on weekends and it's madness I'ma hit the b**h, even if the b**h is average I'm just here to f**, I ain't interested in marriage Married to the game, different birds be my boo BSB the game and c**aine get us through The bad time, the good grind baby earn Now everybody of here straight like a perm