DaFuq
Troyman

Pre-Cleared
ISRC
QZL382060386
Custom Track ID
rPAw95wrrHhe
Composers
Troy Earvin Curry (SESAC) 50.00% Scotty Anthony Eugene Megange (SACEM) 50.00%
Original Publishers
Troy Earvin Curry d/b/a Sumthin Siriuz Muzik (SESAC) 50.00% Scotty Anthony Eugene Megange (SACEM) 50.00%
Master Owners
Troy Earvin Curry 100.00%
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Composer
Troy Earvin Curry
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
God bless the dead./
These pussy niggaz will do anything for bread./
Flipping the script. Since ‘96, I made a pledge/
That Anybody can get it, nigga. Off with their heads./
I’m flattered, but fuck that./
Take yo tray away, not getting yo lunch back/
I can go anywhere, plus I do what I want, jack./
They know where I live, they better fkin know where the pump at./ Reselling my elegance./
brought the shovel, just pick a spot to get buried in./
We bout the beef. To think I was going pescatarian/
fuck that, we fishin thru paper like librarians/
Sssssshut the fuck up, nigga./
I grinded for all of mines. You just lucked up nigga./
Stop saying nigga if you don’t look like D’Jango./
Heard it’s free gold at the end of the rainbow./ run it!
Rest In Peace POP Smoke./
You can hear it in his lyrics, nigga. These not jokes./
Bobby Shmurda on the way, we going way up./
It ain’t all about the bank like a lay up./
I slam dunk on the pain. James know that I’m worthy./
I know that I’m clean as fuck, cause they doing me dirty./
They barely above par. I’m fly as a birdie/
How you the King Of NY, but you live in New Jersey?/
Niggaz morality gon be they fatality./
I’ve fucking had it, niggaz ain’t even half of me./
Charged like batteries. I got the green light./
Witcho Yo lying ass. You not what you seem like./
Tell em This a tale of two cities wit new titties./
Fresh out the blue, fk u niggaz gon do wit me./
Fuck a witness protection, I got my crew wit me./
We keep the piece like a true hippie./
[Hook]
Da fuck you tryna get into?/
Its my pleasure to get rid of you./ (Repeat 2 times)
[Verse 2]
Shark medallions on they neck. Niggaz biting./
Sometimes fear comes across as excitement./
They ain’t got enough drive. Where yo license?/
Niggaz want yo lights off like a light switch./
Been training with heavyweights. This some light shit./
Put em in the graveyard on my night shift/
Since niggaz ain’t citing, that’s my shit./
Now ima show you how to make some hype shit./
No debating. Everybody know you faking/
You say ay salaam walekum, but cooperate with bacon./
If you think that you can take from me, you highly mistaking./ Put a knife thru yo dreams. Bitch, I’m Freddie and Jason/
I work waaay too hard to get trolled./
I’m better nigga. Just like a sweater, you will fold./
Revenge is the name of this dish. This shit cold./
I’m wit it. Let’s get it poppin’ like Crisco./
[Hook]
Da fuck you tryna get into?/
Its my pleasure to get rid of you./ (Repeat 1 time)