TRACY MCGRADY ft. TyFaizon & Paris Williams Lyrics

Ever since me and Haris got cool

We do everything together like we Bodie & Poot

Here at Keep Hope Records we do songs by the two's

We present to you The Human and the VVS crew

While Jones was touching 'caine

I was treating every beat like a novacane numbing all the pain

Dolo on my darker days walking through the rain

Ain't even hit my dawgs they probably going through the same

Cause we from KC where boys get fresher

And the cops lurk heavy but they feel no pressure

They don't even move different, they just move smarter

We was feeling hella clean in our new starter

But I've been feeling like I'm skateboard P

Nah I say that every song I'm feeling like the new me

I grew up with them wild boys keeping the peace

And I'm cautious of my steps when I'm in these bruce lee's

And making sure I weed my garden of snakes

Writing raps in the room my guys was ducking the jakes

Now I'm fly as I want to be posted with Jake

In that SUGAR NY bumping Fly Or Die

From DC to KC you see us in the Major Leagues

Them struggles really made me

Plan was never A's and B's

Them days where I ain't see the fam really shaped me

Got it on my own cut the grass where the snakes be

I was in the back of my class with Glad bags

And them niggas never knew I could rap, and thats a fact

All the money I could talk on these tracks like fall back nigga

I been doing this since skinny jeans and snapbacks

When they wasn't home, I was plotting to blow

And when I wasn't home, I was chopping the dough

Breaking down to build it up

Nigga that's how it go

Get the car fill it up I'm putting miles on the road

Hit the city quick

Like who this hitting my phone?

I told her I'll be busy, take dick and leave me 'lone

Trying to build a bridge, and we really gon' set the tone

So tell these rap niggas it's up they gotta go

Don't got time for it all, I grind when the night fall

Shine with my ice on yall lying when the mic on

My lines more Lysol too clean so they bite off

But please cut the lights off I'm tired of it

I caught wind of how to move when I came up out the womb

And everything we learned got to take it to the tomb

Really got a choice you either win or you lose

And, I ain't really worried we got nothing to prove

One, two, three and to the four

Bittersweet and VVS we knocking at ya door

Five, six, seven to the eight

Swear my boys is out for war better stay up late

Keep my friends close and my enemies closer

Keep an eye out on the turf

trying to watch out for vultures

Many men try militance but they never was soldiers

Keep it solid every time just like a nigga supposed to

Spit the type of shit that get a nigga turned into posters

Verses is equivalent to watching niggas get post up

I'm 5'6 but still treat these boys like Mutambo

Swear the vision on tunnel

I can't fake being humble

Know youngings in the city play with drums like Ringo

Swear they treat the gun powder just like weed smoke

High up off the fumes they might elevate the room

But I never been the type to shoot I'm more on tycoon

First one from my city thats been making major moves

I just set the tempo and my niggas follow suit

Kick and politic cause really thats the only thing to do

I mean it's common sense the dollars is the only thing I groom

So I'm yelling give me loot

Pulled myself up by the boots

Got em jumping out the roof off of what I said in booths

Tell these niggas get a clue always knew I was the truth 


Way before I touched a mic

Got me feeling like the wait

Got me feeling like wu back

Call my crew the zoo pack 


Verses by the two pack

Need my paper to stack

You know cash rules everything around me

I'm coming for the throne like that bitch got a bounty