Trillmatic by Maestro Pianoman Lyrics
I'm from the...
I'm from the L.D.N
Nah, I'm from the 2.4.3
That's from the D.R.C. son
Weak bars are me not, I raise hell I'm SICK I ain't well
I have keys to the heavens like Peter
Most of my g's are P R ICKS
But listen: The minute you're thinking you're WINNING when you're tryna send
I will sense fear in you, get the silencers, load them up I always roll loaded with ammunition. The minute right before your life will end
You'll cry and die while we laugh
Not a whizz at marketing but gimme a beat i'll mark it
For you to PR ess charges
Less targets more shots fired
I'm Jay Elect to these Supa Hot Fires
I am not the type to snipe or hide (hype) or camp or be that
I run up, right up to your face and let AK spraying occur - blood upon your Levi's
Tell me where your swag is gonna take you
Tell me what your 1k+ followers on Twitter and IG's gonna make you
Maybe a little larger headed
These ultrafeminines are probly lurkin in the West to be round the bush of a father/shepherd
Back in the day I wasn't really Trillmatic like that: instrumentals I would wreck less
Miss me with your Snapchat, I'm just there for nudes and promo even the app itself don't believe in best friends
In about 16 I said less lies than your favourite
In this game the tectonic plates are always shifting, so either I'ma get shifted or I'ma makeshift
Like J'onn J'onzz, on those
Higher intellectual crossroads
I'm not no hyper little letter boy, nah bro
I sledge the Reine with a hard oak tree stump, have it in the news, evoke tears from the South Coast all the way up to Arbroath
Big up Kaze, signing to the MX. Got bare tekkz
Wahblow for them donuts selling souls to be on 1xtra with Charlie Sloth and Semtex
I can send for bare men. The list is just endless
This ain't BBM I'm not tryna make me a sket list
I'd put myself on there so I'd much rather turn the laptop on and aim my Arrows while I'm watching Netflix
And one verse could really mean your exit
I'm from the L.D.N
Nah, I'm from the 2.4.3
That's from the D.R.C. son
Weak bars are me not, I raise hell I'm SICK I ain't well
I have keys to the heavens like Peter
Most of my g's are P R ICKS
But listen: The minute you're thinking you're WINNING when you're tryna send
I will sense fear in you, get the silencers, load them up I always roll loaded with ammunition. The minute right before your life will end
You'll cry and die while we laugh
Not a whizz at marketing but gimme a beat i'll mark it
For you to PR ess charges
Less targets more shots fired
I'm Jay Elect to these Supa Hot Fires
I am not the type to snipe or hide (hype) or camp or be that
I run up, right up to your face and let AK spraying occur - blood upon your Levi's
Tell me where your swag is gonna take you
Tell me what your 1k+ followers on Twitter and IG's gonna make you
Maybe a little larger headed
These ultrafeminines are probly lurkin in the West to be round the bush of a father/shepherd
Back in the day I wasn't really Trillmatic like that: instrumentals I would wreck less
Miss me with your Snapchat, I'm just there for nudes and promo even the app itself don't believe in best friends
In about 16 I said less lies than your favourite
In this game the tectonic plates are always shifting, so either I'ma get shifted or I'ma makeshift
Like J'onn J'onzz, on those
Higher intellectual crossroads
I'm not no hyper little letter boy, nah bro
I sledge the Reine with a hard oak tree stump, have it in the news, evoke tears from the South Coast all the way up to Arbroath
Big up Kaze, signing to the MX. Got bare tekkz
Wahblow for them donuts selling souls to be on 1xtra with Charlie Sloth and Semtex
I can send for bare men. The list is just endless
This ain't BBM I'm not tryna make me a sket list
I'd put myself on there so I'd much rather turn the laptop on and aim my Arrows while I'm watching Netflix
And one verse could really mean your exit