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that good - trizzy trav lyrics

alright
i got it
yea

let’s sum it up
add the vibe minus the ones that front
born on a seven and on an eight
trizzy the great comin from the lungs
meet me on the court time to jump it up
i see the scoreboard time to run it up
p-ss me the rock i’m a gun it up
shot after shot need my stomach pumped
jersey like joe budden pump it up
short growin’ up but i’m up as f—
buffalo ties in a couple months
7sixteen yea you know w-ssup
i got the light on me now
(see me in darkness yea i’m glowin’ up)
fightin’ off foes all around
(words feel like a tyson punch to the gut)
it don’t really matter what others want
long as family on the up and up
double my grind do it for my son
loyalty life yea we comin bruh
remy and weed when i’m gettin’ up
(fingernail smell like a swisher from splittin the blunt)
energy don’t need the thc
belief all i need to be lifted up
got love for the sport but you don’t know me cuz if you did then you know that i came for the trophy
perfect my forehand for the rollie
(back and forth don’t condone as much)
ex girls can’t stand me
(they say i’m too much of that thing in front of my nuts)
bunch of n—– in the panties
(i let them say what they want i ain’t scared of none of them
i ain’t scared of no rapper man)

if you knew all what my eyes saw you’d thank god everyday you wouldn’t have to see it
(nah, you don’t want that)
i lost big brother my grandmother in 4 months now tell me who wanna be me, yea
(still mess with my head)
i’m a different mold in a different being from a different coast supreme body i feel it
(run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up)
i been down i got back up then knocked back down now i know it’s time to start winnin’
(yea, let’s go)
i’m that good, that good
d-mn
(trizzy, trizzy, trizzy)
i’m that good, that good
d-mn
(yea that right)
i’m that good, that good
d-mn
i’m that good, that good
d-mn

it’s the end of the month though
i need some enhancements
he textin’ his young bro
told me the birds flappin’
cover it up in a bag of polo clothes
transport it in fashion
welcome to the dope show
i’m marylin manson
i remember you flushed like 3 of those
too much bad energy in the place
negative people ain’t in my equal
all they inner g is lowercase
now ya boy here spreezin’ up
lettin’ them know i ain’t phased by the loss
need me a jeweler so i can get ringed up like 23 i’m tryna get 4

if you knew all what my eyes saw you’d thank god everyday you wouldn’t have to see it
i lost big brother my grandmother in 4 months now tell me who wanna be me, yea
i’m a different mold in a different being from a different coast supreme body i feel it
i been down i got back up then knocked back down now i know it’s time to start winnin’

trizzy, i hear you back on yo s— n—-
bout time
i know n—– wonder why we talk s— the way we do
tell ‘em it’s cuz we got the credentials man
these n—– ain’t got the credentials
you can’t talk the way we talk
you ain’t seen the things we seen
you ain’t done the things we done
you ain’t been to places we been
that’s like
that’s like a n—- who ain’t never been to the playoffs tellin’ me about my championships
you ain’t never been to the playoffs how you gonna tell me about a championship
it’s credentials man
that why we talk like this
i tell these n—– yall lucky big bro ain’t alive
matter fact yall lucky heaven ain’t got a phone
if big bruh could talk to yall n—– he’ll tell yall n—– that’s a neg on f—– wit us
that’s a neg
what you know about?
f— a shoebox full, what you know about a clothes bin full?
what you know about gettin’ pulled over with 40 in the car?
the cops let you go cuz you a college student
40 and you a college student
that good
trizzy

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