Classic NGGA by TRILL Hill Lyrics
(TRILLA!)
I got a late night text
She want the real good sex
So I hopped up in the whip, smokin' blunts for my stress
She tell me all the time I ain't nothin' like her ex
Since she met a nigga she ain't fuckin' with the rest
This life is a test, and a nigga finna pass it
Saw the cops, I bent the corner, hit the gas
Feelin' paranoid I'm off the grass
You ain't first, nigga, then you last
I'm livin' fast
Drivin' faster, hope I don't crash
Look down, one-twenty read up on the dash
All I do is mash
A nigga need the cash
No delay with the paper
I get it and advance
I'm just tryna get these bands
Man I really need them bands
I stand with the gang, that mean I'm down to die for 'em
Best believe I ride for 'em
Me and $haka ballin' like we Shaq and Kobe at The Forum
After two rounds of fuckin' best believe a nigga snorin'
I'm just a black man ridin' in a foreign (ridin')
No wonder the cops hating', I would hate me too
Nigga fuck the boys in blue
Hard workin' man and they still see a nigga in the coupe
Got gorillas on the team, this the San Diego zoo
This new music trash
I hate to break the news
The game need me more than ever, Trill it's up to you
I ain't got shit to lose, but everything to prove
Just a young nigga with the vision
Barely holdin' on like a ratchet hoe's extensions
Thug nigga but I got some good intentions
Best in Daygo city if I didn't mention
I'm in a parallel dimension
Third eye waterin'
Got a high tolerance
But I don't tolerate the bullshit
This life be gettin' outta hand, sometimes I'm over it
ForNever what I represent
Street-smart, intelligent, and never ever hesitant
Spot out the irrelevance
In what you preachin'
Grindin' hard as fuck while you niggas sleepin'
The second you be slippin' niggas hella creepin'
I'm teachin' myself how to be the man
And it's still fuck Uncle Sam
I be prayin', that God has a plan for his son
I ain't finna stop 'til the war is won
My middle name is The Chosen One
When I speak it shake the ground
I'm just tryna run the town
All my niggas down, to do it with me
Takin' shots to the kidney 'til I'm feelin' empty
(TRILL Bitch)
I got a late night text
She want the real good sex
So I hopped up in the whip, smokin' blunts for my stress
She tell me all the time I ain't nothin' like her ex
Since she met a nigga she ain't fuckin' with the rest
This life is a test, and a nigga finna pass it
Saw the cops, I bent the corner, hit the gas
Feelin' paranoid I'm off the grass
You ain't first, nigga, then you last
I'm livin' fast
Drivin' faster, hope I don't crash
Look down, one-twenty read up on the dash
All I do is mash
A nigga need the cash
No delay with the paper
I get it and advance
I'm just tryna get these bands
Man I really need them bands
I stand with the gang, that mean I'm down to die for 'em
Best believe I ride for 'em
Me and $haka ballin' like we Shaq and Kobe at The Forum
After two rounds of fuckin' best believe a nigga snorin'
I'm just a black man ridin' in a foreign (ridin')
No wonder the cops hating', I would hate me too
Nigga fuck the boys in blue
Hard workin' man and they still see a nigga in the coupe
Got gorillas on the team, this the San Diego zoo
This new music trash
I hate to break the news
The game need me more than ever, Trill it's up to you
I ain't got shit to lose, but everything to prove
Just a young nigga with the vision
Barely holdin' on like a ratchet hoe's extensions
Thug nigga but I got some good intentions
Best in Daygo city if I didn't mention
I'm in a parallel dimension
Third eye waterin'
Got a high tolerance
But I don't tolerate the bullshit
This life be gettin' outta hand, sometimes I'm over it
ForNever what I represent
Street-smart, intelligent, and never ever hesitant
Spot out the irrelevance
In what you preachin'
Grindin' hard as fuck while you niggas sleepin'
The second you be slippin' niggas hella creepin'
I'm teachin' myself how to be the man
And it's still fuck Uncle Sam
I be prayin', that God has a plan for his son
I ain't finna stop 'til the war is won
My middle name is The Chosen One
When I speak it shake the ground
I'm just tryna run the town
All my niggas down, to do it with me
Takin' shots to the kidney 'til I'm feelin' empty
(TRILL Bitch)