Daywalker Freestyle by Trigga Graham Lyrics
[Verse 1: Trigga Graham]
I stay high for real
No weed or pills though
We the real though
Like what you killing for
I'm omnipotent
See the build
Last laugh like Key and Peele
I took the key, start the car, peel out
(vroom vroom) I need a mill like
No facade, this real life
I don't do well with masquerades
Still known as a stand up guy
Even when all the laughter fades
Like only I can get the last laugh
They pull me down, I gas past them
I smile when I'm in dark places
I remain glad in the trash bag
I'm from the gutta, came out the water
Took the veil off now I'm with the father
My adoption paper's in the Lamb's book
Blood stained how His hands look
For me?
How can this be?
Enslaved to this sin and I'm stuck in these streets
So what's the price of mercy?
Thirsty
For truth all I'm used to is curses
Momma told me run to the steeple
My dawgs told me to indulge in evil
So I listened to my dawgs cuz their bark was louder
Got entangled in the snare and I lost my power
That I never did have but my mind was missing
Probably got burned out with the ganja spliffs and
I was rolling with the thugs who were rolling up bud
While my life rolled right off of the cliff into mud
While I'm pouring up the mud pass me another eighth
Imma drop it in a Fanta to relieve my pain
That's major Pain, no drill sergant
If you do exist, make me feel something (ugh) x2
I stay high for real
No weed or pills though
We the real though
Like what you killing for
I'm omnipotent
See the build
Last laugh like Key and Peele
I took the key, start the car, peel out
(vroom vroom) I need a mill like
No facade, this real life
I don't do well with masquerades
Still known as a stand up guy
Even when all the laughter fades
Like only I can get the last laugh
They pull me down, I gas past them
I smile when I'm in dark places
I remain glad in the trash bag
I'm from the gutta, came out the water
Took the veil off now I'm with the father
My adoption paper's in the Lamb's book
Blood stained how His hands look
For me?
How can this be?
Enslaved to this sin and I'm stuck in these streets
So what's the price of mercy?
Thirsty
For truth all I'm used to is curses
Momma told me run to the steeple
My dawgs told me to indulge in evil
So I listened to my dawgs cuz their bark was louder
Got entangled in the snare and I lost my power
That I never did have but my mind was missing
Probably got burned out with the ganja spliffs and
I was rolling with the thugs who were rolling up bud
While my life rolled right off of the cliff into mud
While I'm pouring up the mud pass me another eighth
Imma drop it in a Fanta to relieve my pain
That's major Pain, no drill sergant
If you do exist, make me feel something (ugh) x2