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the thanks i get - ceo trayle lyrics

[intro]
ayy, they might think c4 from they home of the braves (the a, skrrt)
(mash billi want a milli’)
(where you from, c4?)

[verse]
they might think c4 from they home of the braves (the a)
they might think c4 from the ‘raq with a k (chiraq)
they might think c4 from the ham, seen c4 on the ‘gram (the ‘gram)
chop a brick, my bare hands, i can’t switch on my mans
i can’t snitch, that’s on nan’, ayy, f*ck 12, get ya blammed
how the f*ck can you tell? we seen you in that room on cam
ptsd from these shootouts, get a glock ’cause these don’t jam
when i found out i lost rexkless, i was like d*mn (f*ck)
b*tch, i got a real dream, i don’t wanna trap or scam
man, these n*ggas do not know me, i don’t wanna dap his hands
man, thesе n*ggas ain’t wanna help me, won’t ask for help again
and that’s on my folks (n*gga, what thе f*ck?)
ayy, i just be going ghost until i’m straight (i’m straight)
i be ’round these n*ggas, but i still should smoke this to the face
i never downed these n*ggas, it’s a marathon, it ain’t a race
if i can do it, you can do it, that’s what i tell these n*ggas, but they so funny
they ready to cross me out or get up under me ’cause i spend money
that sh*t ain’t genuine, they envying, that fake love, i don’t want it
i bet you thought i’d cross you, won’t it? (what?)
you my dog, not my opponent (for sure)
i don’t tax my n*ggas for nothing, i don’t ask my n*ggas for sh*t
everything i do be from the heart, but this the thanks i get
sometimes i just can’t believe, i get fried off the weed (fried)
might sound crazy, but it’s real, it’s just love that i need (l*o*v*e)
i was up takin’ care of my blood, i was down, i watched you leave (you left)
now i just substitute these feelings with these 30s and ops (substitute)
i just substitute my tears with my voice, hear me bleed (substitute)
i just substitute my fears with my lil’ boy, my light green (substitute)
red and purple, we don’t like green (like green)
real deal hurt you for my team (my team)
if you green, then you green (what?)
i won’t bully, won’t be mean (for sure)
ayy, i swear this sh*t be hurting me to my soul, ayy
since them seven shots, now i can’t leave without my pole
ayy, n0body ask me what c4 go through, n0body knows (n0body knows)
pop a perc’ and doze (doze), get lost in my songs (i’m gone)
let me get back in my zone
i appreciate the n*ggas that be there for me (appreciate that sh*t)
i appreciate the b*tches that all care for me (i swear)
2020, i gotta do this sh*t for c4 selfishly (c4)
’cause i done gave so much, ain’t got sh*t back like they don’t care for me (like what the f*ck?)
roll this smoke up, baby, put that in the air for me, ayy (put that up)
might be local, but i’m global, got the world to see (global)
staring in the mirror at myself, i don’t know what i see (b*tch, ceo)
it be some long nights and early mornings, i won’t go to sleep (no, i can’t sleep)
you can call me backdoor, my feelings always wrapped up (they wrapped)
ayy, my dogs in heaven, but when i’m in that demon, 12 can’t catch up (skrrt)
the strongest n*gga i know, play with c4, gon’ get you wrapped up (get you wrapped up)
ayy, these n*ggas ain’t playing fair, so we want smoke and we can’t match up (for sure)

- ceo trayle lyrics

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