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CEO Trayle

CEO The Artist

 

CEO The Artist

(album: Stay Dangerous - 2021)


It's getting to the point where I don't like to have my phone in my hand while I'm recording
'Cause niggas think I'm reading written raps
They think I'm reading wrote shit
We ain't wrote shit
Yeah

She threw it, I caught it, caught it
Pop a Perky, just getting me started
Baby boy, he say, "Dad, you the hardest"
I'm the CEO and I'm the artist
Tryna keep up with me, trying his hardest
Fuck your label, I make it regardless
Yeah, he knew we was straight when he saw this
We gon' eat, don't get ate, you a target
4 going back California
This shit ain't in you, lil' nigga, it's on you
Getting big 'cause they blowing it up
Ain't gotta tell me, I'm knowing who I was
Yeah, know it's some of the strongest with us
Underwater, who hold they breath longer than us?
And my waist slow me up
And you can't get a taste of this drank in this cup
Got a high pack of Percs, but it's strictly for us
I ain't selling you nothing
If my family did it, I ain't telling you nothing
Hit that bitch with the hammer, I nail her, I'm done
And I still won't pick up if my cellular rung
And Netflix keep asking me am I still watching it?
I'm steady counting it, I'm somewhere popping it
I'ma shoot up the club if I know it's an opp in it
Wanna be like Backdoor and he know, so he copy it
Hit his melon, just said he was stopping this shit
But I wouldn't give a fuck 'bout the rap, I like bricks
Give this bad bitch a dose of this dick, get her fixed
And the shit that you seeing as real as it gets
And I don't need a hook when I'm talking my shit
Should've wrote me a book, I be dropping this shit
And it look like a book in my pockets and shit
Everywhere when you look, C4 dropping again
He want a feature
Who is he? I never heard of him neither
Ayy, and the junkies still hitting my beeper
I was smoking on ether, bump C4 through the speakers
Hide the songs, they might leak us
Said C4 too explicit, they still tryna bleep us
I had came off the bench, you was still on the bleachers
CEO and C4, that's like two different creatures
She begged me not to go 'cause she said I complete her
Oh, you don't like C4? Well, we don't like him neither
All my niggas on go, we hop out with the sweeper
I was richer than them, I was teaching the teachers
Begging me not to go 'cause they know that they need us
Now they said they want Black back at Interscope, piling his Biggie, though
They know he finna blow, triple cross Big C4
You need at least two-point-five to get near me, though
I told Black last night that the fee ain't a minimal
Triple cross, he done backdoored him
She don't like Trayle no more, she probably scold him
And they told me stay down, you'll get rich when you older
Trust nobody no more 'cause my heart done got colder
Who is C4? You ask Siri and look him up
This bitch can't fuck with my bitch, nigga, look at her
And they heard I was slamming that bitch, what you think that they pick me for?
Arm in the rim, I ball harder than them
You can peep, but ain't too many stronger than him
All my secrets can't hold too much longer, I'm trim
You just now witnessed the greatest
High speed APD all the way to Decatur
Got different lil' bitches, got too many flavors
In the swamp with C4, you see too many gators
Put the Glock in the pillow and pop his potato
If you popped at the opps, then they popped at me later
Now I gotta kill 'em six, seven months later
Yeah, I send the songs to the lawyer before I release 'em
Iron out all of the hundreds, I crease 'em
Got demons when you with C4, I release one
If he ever doubted Big 4, I'ma teach him
I don't need no hook, I'ma go, they release one
I waited at the gate for big bro, they released him
A cashmere shirt, he rich now, so I fleeced him
He hating out the corner of his eye and I peeped him
Dropping salt from way in the back and I seent him
Blood on my shoes, so you know that I cleaned 'em
Me and Lil Plug, that's 4L, know I screened him
Uh, at the end of the day, know I'm straight
Had to feed him, he hungry, he licking his plate
I got shooters and they got some shooters, I'm straight
Tell 'em bye, we need more ways to clean up this cake
Me and Big Folks' dirty money, we stashed it
Tried to set up Big C4, but it's tragic
I had walked in the bank with a check and they cashed it
Right now I rap, but I used to put bricks in the attic
My favorite auntie, you know she's an addict
Ride with the zombies, they closing his casket
My favorite junkie just died and he had it
So I ride through the block 'cause I know she be happy, 4

Ayy, yeah, ayy, it's Big 4 (Big 4), yeah
It's Big C4 (C4), yeah
Mr. Backdoor (Backdoor), yeah
Go kick that door (Ayy, go kick that door)
Ayy, go kick a door (Ayy, go kick that door)
Ayy, go kick a door (Ayy, go kick a door)
Know I'm upping the score (Know I'm upping that score for sure)
Know it's Big ol' C4
C4, C44
C4, C4, CC4, ayy
Can't forget the last C4, yeah
And they know it's C4, yeah
And they know it's C4, yeah
And they know it's C4

done

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