T.C.H Lyrics

Bitch, you never know what to expect

When you hit play on me, never make em second guess

Make confessions, confessing that the LB is up next

Go 180 km/h up to Shea Heights, I'm way above the rest

Next, I'm in the city where I'm sposed to be

Getting me some money, split a band for my groceries

Spend it on my veggies, I'm a mean green smoke machine

They could never ever be as high as Bolt can be

Now I'm running running running round the globe

Making everyone remember I'm the goat

Of this silly little province that's seven to the oh

To the nines that's what we do, a heavenly lil flow

Woah, someone stop me before I go and blow up

I'm not cocky ehhh that I know of

Over-confident maybe, but that's the way I go nuts

I told my homie hold up, I need a sec to roll up

Hit the pack, imma hit the pack

And get the racks, imma get the racks

Only reason that I ever felt I'm tough is cause of rap

All my fears, I would notice them and put that shit on wax

I'm a conquerer, keep on counting up all of my fans

And my followers, welcome everyone with open hands

Don Toliver, I have No Idea how to dance

So forgive me if I move with two left feet and two left hands what

What what what what

I'm a maestro of mic's, certified lyricism

The right ones noticing my heightened sense of vision

The wrong might drown, foresights so efficient

I stomped my grounds, my sounds irresistible

So fuck all of your principles, and fuck all my old principals

They kicked me out that bitch, because a bitch took my shit literal

I belly laughed at that shit, told my mom she said that bitch a hoe

Told my mama, she said that that lil bitch a hoe

Now, homie your shit belong in Robinhood Bay

Funny enough, paid a visit yesterday

And I seen your last 10 singles they were spelling out your name

So they be's where they be's and they stays where they stays

Hey, hey, what more can I say?

There's very little actually good rappers round my way

Spit a Halloween treat-sized bar, I spit the 5 pound hersheys

They talk behind my back but really we all know they hurting

Like

What's the matter, why you feeling jealous

Is it that I make these fans be so overzealous

Or is it that I'm way too arrogant I oversell it

But bitch that ain't the real me, or is it, I can't tell no more

Tell your ho, if she coming to my show, dress up

Cause my presence is a blessing, coming from the kid that never peak

Melanoma ain't gon getting to the Bolt, bless up

I'm sonning all these rappers it makes sense that I'm a star bitch

I'm a starving lil artist who hardly gets by

I want stars in my car, get that far I'd be fine

50k up in my monthly, this year that shit be sublime

Came this far since I started bitch you oughta wait in line

Oh you from the mainland? You gon catch a Big Turk

Right up side your fuckin head, nestling my trigger

All up in my beige pants, y'all see how the fit work

Punching 90 hour weeks, it don't miss a shift (word)

And my bitch, know she loving everything I'm fitting in

Play a movie, stop paying attention 15 minutes in

We gon need some Ritalin, "you up?" What I'm riddling

I am 5"9, still they shocked how I belittle them

Time flies by when you're tryna chase a bag

When you're tryna chase a baddie, know it actually does the opposite

All these rappers are flies, I'm a fuckin pitcher plant

When you come in with a plan, we gon' end up in a rocket ship