TRBL Lyrics

Stuck my foot through the door, no I'm not talking bout the crack

He said enough talk, I'm tryna hear the sound of y'all gat

Pure Pitt, I'm the type you never wanna bark back

Look like you don't wanna fight, he said show me a stack

Just got out the joint, look like he about to relapse

Half my day I spend tryna stuff my opps into packs

He crazy and he said he get to shooting like craps

What's my best song, he saying that he drawing a blank

If the world's on fire I'm boutta watch it burn

Said he was wilin' that boy ended up inside an urn

I put my foot down like your dad when he a little stern

Call me superdaddy, my family just gotta wait and learn

We threw him off mic, he boutta get mad

Rapper university, I was a first class grad

He thought his bars tuff just cuz he made a hunnit grand

Give that money to a writer, it sounds like you need it bad

Sun stay rising right over the blue Atlantic, in a panic they warned beware the wrath of the water dragon

Of a thousand samurai he could dispatch like automatic

Relax, the only way I go back's if I lose the magic

Pied piper how I write these rhymes, sometimes the lines blur, gotta play both sides

Necessary villain I'm killing who think I'm kidding, with a single gun clap I put right between your eyes

Got em buggin out like jinkies, I put on a new disguise

All rise, the bailiff grabbed me by the hands and led me to the cell

Bars like hot rods, but hotter like it was a living hell

When I walk in they gon' ring the, ring the bell

Rap game king crab, I'm aboutta crack the shell

Smash a rapper head like a volleyball and my name was vel

Smack him if he disrespect, like fresh prince of bel-air

I will smith you into a pair of shoes if you don't play fair

I pay the bill like G.I. but Jada still ain't got no hair

Rock you like I'm Christian mccaffery in a fantasy draft

I ran to see the rappers they put onto me

Ain't nobody with skills that could ever dream of stopping me

Still spitting 24's even if I got a lobotomy

Oh my god, I done impressed myself again

They stressing if they lessons really paying dividends

My investment addresses the ever-growing social tensions that only a smith and Wesson could ever come out and end

AInt no need to play pretend when you just chilling, play your part

Keep it on ice like Walt Disney's body under the park

Don't keep a flashlight, my bars burning like torches in the dark

The heat im spitting scorches more than a 3rd degree burn mark

Snap kick right to the chest, tell him that's a broke sternum

He got cd's full of demos, I told him to go and burn em

Rack up bodies from the war, swear I wasn't tryna hurt em

How he go from the projects to big leagues and still ain't learnin

And he turned to trouble

What the hell happened, man, we was scrapping

We was grinding on this action, now he said he gave up rapping

Slight look in your eyes cuz I can tell when people cappin

I don't need a choppa, these lyrics stay automatic

We went from what's cracking to never talkin

He said he got that dog in em, I never heard it barking

Calling from corner office wit my logo on the carpet

Second I turn to trouble the second you turn a target