Trxmp - Misplaced Mastercards lyrics

[Verse 1: Trxmp] Cut the frontin', flexin' punk Maxin out yo' Mastercard You ain't heard of Trxmp? "What the f**", that's the ma** response Betty told me pa** the broad If she can't even rap along But claim that she a fan and all No holdin' hands, I hand em off Last of draws, manners lost Ravagin' the mandible of any man who Cat enough to latch to law Haven't had to catch a charge, middle finger standin' tall Packin' sh** since packs of pigs is snappin' backs of blacks involved That's a casting call Lights, camera, action, cause a racket boy yo' shackles gone Hackey-sackin activists at random when they act the part News use the chaos as a canvas to distract ya heart Paint a picture of the damage, rarely of the changes started Once it scab up, they forgetful of the pain we scarred with [Bridge: Trxmp] Blank slate, hope we still on the same page Came late, swear that I ain't plan it Came straight from like eight planets Away from the latest fashion To say I seen Satan dancin' in the rain [Verse 2: Trxmp] Represent impossible, the plenty perks of solitude Even if yo' wallet full, that food for thought'll swallow you Got a lot to chew, chompin' through the obstacles Non-stop Ramen, droppin' parsley in my pot of soup Check the altitude, welcome to a martian's view p**ys tight, bras is loose Rookie type knock the crew You can't knock my shine son, who fathered who? I fathered you and introduced the honest truth [Verse 3: Rasheed] Stare in the mirror, my reflections speak monologues My rear-view is filled with cheap comic clones For a bit of attention, they keep drama goin' Silly mothaf**as that can't succeed on they own They want the handout, me, I want the separation Give these n***as some game and they expect ya' lace em Give these b**hes the dick, sh**, they want extra tastes Shake em all, they claimin' you don't respect relations Hold up, somebody tryin' to run my Visa Well check game, I just hope ya' done ya' research I taught em all but they didn't want to keep up But I came up on my own, the f** is a teacher I'm just a leader, no runnin' for help Without me, mothaf**as would be stuck on the shelf Tryin' to be the man but you end up sonin' ya self Ain't a G bone in you, f** what's on ya' belt Check the statement, ya FICO say ya time's up Dick game crazy, put it in the hoes brain, they claim to find love As long as it don't blind em, it's a simple choice between you and the grind love Foreal