[Verse]

Still spittin that same shit

Should have blown up

My raps they dont change

Its real talk, sho ‘nuff

If yall just praying on somebodys knees

Thats why i should the seventh letter, put this album out for free

Geez homie

In high school i lit the weed homie

The fuck happened to me

I washed the smoke from my sweaters

Now blood drip from my writtens

Yall fuck around like some pussies

Thats why your mixtapes is kittens

And snuggle rap like some mittens

I fucked around and got good

Thats why your whole circle bumping me as loud as they should

My family crowded my hood

Then went and blew up your spot

No roc-a-fella affiliation still i threw up that roc

Cause diamonds ain't for just them rappers went and signed to a label

Im willing working my table

My precious mind is unable

To see me see you mofuckers call me backpack rap shit

Trillo rappin angry thats that bap bap bap shit

See i dont wanna get like that

And you dont wanna fret like that

I just want a little bit of money and respect mofucka yeah it just like that

Jet like that

Hit up everybody in the game cause im coming for they fame

No bank but i can't complain

Its so same the same

I won't change mofucker yeah it get like that

Left like that

Coast shit im all west like that

Coat shit she too wet like that

No snitch i dont sweat like that

Just like that

If trillo speaking that which isnt truth

Then jesus taking cover low while satan shooting from the roof

See i ain't really into talking shit

But plenty people put me in that box, so now yall got me pissed

I feel like space jam mike shootin bricks from the back

I started slowly now my game is good enough for that draft

Yall mofuckers got me only bumpin me in the whip

I feel like two-thousand & twelve

It’s sucka free in this bitch

Just give me more and i can promise yall that mass appeal

These microphone facts heavy and this cash could kill

Its so ironic, this pressure is moving me like techtonics

I jump on it and its only a second until i pawn it

I done flown it, ain't a second or detail that i can omit

Spittin vomit, killin verses for trophies so now i own it

This is perhaps indeed the realest shit i wrote

Got me feeling like perhaps i am the realest dick for throats

So fuck it, bust a nut on every single rap in which i wrote

Sitting high above these clouds as if that pastor sniffing coke

Fuck is up