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CEO Trayle

Silver Fork

 

Silver Fork

(album: G.O.A.T (Gotta Over Analyze Things) - 2019)


Digital

Realest nigga in this bitch, I stand on that
Talk is cheap, but I got money with rubber bands on deck
You think the price of that body high, really is cheap I'll get you off
You don't worry about what they cost, I'm Mr. Triple Cross
Who? Nigga, Trayle
Who, who? Nigga, the biggest boss
[?] think this Gucci seen the cross
Get yo cake up ' fore you try to even talk
Raised up in the trench, I never had a silver fork

Or a silver spoon, this stick gon' clear the room
Pussy nigga wanna know my name but what's it too him?
Smoking [?] exotic, smell the fumes
Fo' sho'
Nigga I'm a legend where I'm from fo' sho' that, yeah, you know that
Stick come with a blow back, and free Kodak
Niggas swear they on yo side, but still be sideways talking
Before they even find yo coffin, they'll be planning on yo funeral with yo last name on it
Yeah, they gon' have yo [?]
Ain't no capping on them
Said she loved me, told her bet you want my last name, don't it?
Goofy bitch, I end up passing on it
Now I'm flexing, see me 3D through yo glasses, don't it?
Say it look like I do all this with a passion, don't it?
Still that same nigga come take yo [?] without asking, won't he?
I won't kick you while you down felt like I'm bashing, don't it?
Nigga, they tryna assassinate you
For every million dollars I make it's going through lamination
That mean I'm putting that up and I'm back on the block, I'm back to chasing
Ain't had no had daddy taught myself my dad was [?]
Aye, real shit
Aye, I'm just a product of my environment with dedication
And where I'm from ain't nothing but poverty and niggas hating
I show too much love, they wouldn't do the same if they had my situation
I believe these niggas will tie me up somewhere and kill me later
Yeah, I got that Glock on me (It's on me), fo' sho' (I ain't going out)
Cause I ain't going without a fight, I'm letting it blow (Ima be here for real)
Sleep with my Glock pray to the Lord like "Please let me see my son grow older"
Its real demons on my shoulder, I see 12, I punch the motor (Yeah)

Realest nigga in this bitch, I stand on that
Talk is cheap, but I got money with rubber bands on deck
You think the price of that body high, really is cheap I'll get you off
You don't worry about what they cost, I'm Mr. Triple Cross
Who? Nigga, Trayle
Who, who? Nigga, the biggest boss
[?] I think this Gucci seen the cross
Get yo cake up 'fore you try to even talk
Raised up in the trench, I never had a silver fork

done

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