i wear icy gold chains can t no brass break me told you niggas i wrote this shit in the jail god is great paper straight you know the boy hot get a thermometer so baby girl she want me inside her on the road to riches pushin my speedometer yellin go young nigga get your commas up you know the boy hot get a thermometer so baby girl she want me inside her on the road to riches pushin my speedometer yellin go young nigga get your commas up on the road to success i pass many with their thumb up bird ass niggas come around when the sun up im shinin off grindin out here with my ones up you shot you dyin motherfucker dont run up they act like they happy but sick to they stomach niggas hope my downfall gon be they come up but that ain t the case send it street 100 i m only in here cause i keep it 100 that s some real niggas what you hear when i m brung up oh shit i m goin through another rapper with a hung up to smoke my stress away you ll fuck around and burn a lung up she throat my stress away open wide lift her tongue up you know the boy hot get a thermometer so baby girl she want me inside her on the road to riches pushin my speedometer yellin go young nigga get your commas up you know the boy hot get a thermometer so baby girl she want me inside her on the road to riches pushin my speedometer yellin go young nigga get your commas up i only put my faith in god cause niggas be bluffin when your back against the wall you see everybody frontin wearin all givenchy in the photos and the news down to my slippers try and walk in my shoes gotta watch what you say talkin to dudes cause niggas be tellin get to court and see him too paid my lawyer fees and my bail and my dues bout to pay and take my family on another cruise bein a real man is the road less traveled responsibilities ain t never been a hassle niggas want beef like they own a white castle so niggas come creepin they gonna hit gavels all my raps is real put my hand on the bible my life is a movie all that s missin is a title i be seen shootin out the end of a rifle these are not for kids but the kid is an idol pull up in some shit and i let it run idle not a short paper player money tall as the eiffel tower up at lenny s fuck her when i slide through the clams and the oysters get her wet as a bayou was drownin in sorrow now i make my moms glad back in 9th grade sold drugs on ave young dope boy king troys transition i see man who don t make change and then get missin lost in the system or lost where they dig em a sentence feel worse than death depend on what they given i was gone all this time you niggas still ain t hot you niggas just rappers i real they pop king troy everything real they not my art imitate life and not the other way watch no more doing nothing for niggas off the love no more coming through as a favor that s a dub i don t wanna hear about no promo points and splits i don t fuck with artists who don t really live what they spit and shit you shouldn t either this is fake nigga ether troy ave the realest nigga comin out his speakers out the east coast out the hood like see ya crabs in the barrel in my rear view leave ya so long so long so long it s way too much shade i ma go and get my glow on bitch nigga parade go ahead and get your float on god is great my paper s straight and so on free the real  you know the boy hot get a thermometer so baby girl she want me inside her on the road to riches pushin my speedometer yellin go young nigga get your commas up you know the boy hot get a thermometer so baby girl she want me inside her on the road to riches pushin my speedometer yellin go young nigga get your commas up 1