Press Spray - Troy Ave

God gone sort these Niggas out

It’s called divine intervention

I been not gave a fuck, now i don’t give a fuck more

I been shot been persecuted by the law

I got my own people coming to attack

But this is how it go in the hood when your black

Man this shit wack like a Joe Budden track

And some would say damn ave why you saying that

Cuse he lied to my face in my back spilled crap

Pumped up to talk down who gassed that

Jealousy is fake, seen boy do the same shit to Drake

We both fuck women that he date

When it comes to hoes he wears a cape

I wear icy face but no time being spent on a bum bitch

I’m a rich nigga but I’m on the dumb shit

Hating ass nigga I don’t fuck with, got my name in your mouth you the cum fits

You a drug addict and a bitch beater

Rap podcast and a dick eater

Tryna see how my balls taste, ask your chick she in the vid licking my face,

Nasty!

And when you asked about her she say Joe don’t smack me!

You’s a bitch dawg

Truth is light, I son these lames

Niggas won’t get away with my name

Troy ave is hot they want the flame

They careers down the hill I’m boarding the plane

Truth is light, I son these lames

Niggas won’t get away with my name

Troy ave is hot they want the flame

They careers down the hill I’m boarding the plane

These dweebs call me a bozo from their perspective, of course you can’t

understand a nigga that’s getting this money when you broke It’s what i

expected

Niggas be cold tryna feed off heat

My foreign’s get drove while they be on feet

Mad as fuck, sad as fuck, callused up

Times is hard life is rough

No dice, mice, and the hoes for real its been 20 years since your record deal

You need a dad or a uncle Phil, someone to say it ain’t right to steal

You cried in court like a fucking dill, pickle nigga you’s a fickle nigga,

you 44 don’t mean shit lil nigga

Fecal matter’s eat shit lil nigga

Talk to me about shit lil nigga, til you apologize to the guy, you robbed for a

ring and money up by the point when he was giving you a cabbie ride

Crack head you doing crimes Brack head

Crack head get on my top like a black head

You the, general of general admission outside the club no bread to get in

You go click to click, dick to dick

Oh lil nigga i didn’t forget, remember you was signed to the game,

what happened to the ruff ryder thang

I remember seeing you outside my show in the fucking rain yelling yo troy ave

you doing your thang

Niggas talk shit out the same lips that they suck dick

Niggas talk shit out the same lips that they suck dick

Why do niggas suck dick out the same lips that they talk shit

I don’t do shit you niggas is bi-bi-bitch!

Dont f- act like you dont remember nigga

It was a problem, you was sitting in the back, with a bum ass coat on in the

rain

Your stupid fucking face

Your stupid fucking sesame street face

These dweebs call me a weirdo from their perspective, of course you can’t

understand a nigga that’s getting this money when they broke it’s what i

expected

Listen!

These dweebs call me a weirdo from their perspective, of course you can’t

understand a nigga that’s getting this money when they broke it’s what i

expected

I made you boy, I gave you fame

Gave you an allowance, gave you the game

I let you rep, i made you gang, now its a shame you went Hovane

Niggas ain’t show up to the hospital when I was shot

That means that the bitch made in grates, oh everything i done for em they

forgot

It’s sad cause i really had love for him

Was down to die and catch slugs for him

But when your boy needed help i looked around and damn there wasn’t none for em