TRX Lyrics

You not my hope, this wasn't for show I just did me and I'm sorry I can't end up on

Mari Pass the test of time, Atari

Need a stick for my lone ace at Bari This shit is endless

Gotta get it off my chest, now I feel my best Totem, lock me in, bear and stoop

Throw the key away, I just paid my way Invest in the craft, Patriot

Like Robert Kraft, that went over your head Huh, little Uzi vert, put him in the dirt

Try to get my grandma off of works In love with my work, treat it like a job

I feel like Steve, my art is fun I'm not done, you my son, I made this

Everything's bliss, yeah I miss But I have to work, you can twerk

On my dick, top the glizzy We could have twins, all we take is wins

We trade these sins, I can go to hell I don't give a fuck, I did it for this TRX truck

Keep it a buck, this ain't luck This is destiny, you will get the best of me

I'm training like Assassin's Creed, I'm in the gym

I just want some fucking Forgiato rims I bought her some Timbs cause it's cold

Yeah, I'm bold, you fucking rat, you went and told

Woah, woah, woah, woah Let me catch my flow, you not my ho

Aye, you not my ho, I never thought that

I just wanted something real before I signed the contract

In love with my work, treat it like a job I feel like Steve, my art is fun

I'm not done, you my son, I made this Everything's bliss, yeah I miss

But I have to work, you can twerk On my dick, top the glizzy

We could have twins, all we take is wins We trade these sins