Forever Trill

(albüm: Against All Odds - 2015)

I know all about the pain, bitch, these hoes change up when the fame hits
From solo to more niggas riding with you than the slave ship
The same ones who doubted when I was working the grave shift
Debating 'bout my skill on some Bayless and some Stephen A shit
Me and Sip was out here aching
Took a dollar and a dream up overseas, you went and made it, boy, that's inspiration
Niggas hated, we said, "Fuck 'em, let's divide the paper"
Go back and fuck them hoes from school who used to try and play us
Major, out in Vegas with twin
Sipping lean at the fight, man, how we making shit end
I lost a grip on a dice, six and eight at the Wynn
I hit some licks in my life, I must've paid for my sins, but fuck it
That's the up and down sides when you hustling
Anything is better than them broke days when we was struggling
We ain't dealing fried rice, I used to split it with my brother
Winter time, we huddled up by the oven, stressing
**** came around when I was dealing with depression
Dream girl quickly turned to my obsession
Overdose on affection, no work and I'm ducking, I missed a session
On a island, drunk flexing, living young and the restless
But then the negative come, arguments get to messy
She waking me up with questions 'bout who these bitches I'm texting
Now we both second guessing, now we looking for exits
But throughout the hell we cause, I swear we made the biggest blessing, it's real
We ever decide to go our own direction
Look Jada, all I got, please don't use it as a weapon, it's love
Good or the bad, probably never confessed it
But your hustle is infectious, I'm so proud of your progression, yeah
Started with nothing, made a brand, you know the name
Who the fuck would foul when it's legend status that Pro' would claim?
What Trill did, he been told me that I'm a star
Them halfway house days, scooping him in my mama car
Now I be out in Cali for no reason
Meet Keisha and Christina with her sister in the Beemer
Black Jeep, no top doors off, have you seen it?
Ain't dropped, getting admitted, got the whole city fiending
This shit for Jada and Taylor, I still remember
Me and Tip sitting in the back of the truck, plotting the vision
Drop Squad over all, won't change for money or bitches
That was in the 7th grade, goddamn it, nigga, we did it