Lyrics Made - Trevꝋnd

Treating life like it's the greatest
I just do it like Nike checks
Get this paper I run to it
Fluent with the rhymes
Like Inspectah Deck
From the Wu-Tang
Fuck with me up in this game
Light that ass like butane
Rep fourth ward
Until I'm laid to rest
Whole fam strong just caution
Your steps
Yeah I've made it elevated
But irritated
By all these critics saying that I'm
Outdated
Y'all overrated got funk flow
For all you hoes
Put a million on the table
I'll rock a show and that's it
Y'all talking crap can't write
Your own shit
Y'all deer meat and venison
Man I menacing
Overdosing on these rhymes
Hip pop is a medicine
Seattle and West Hollywood
That's where I'm heading man
That's where I'm heading man

I'll admit it I'm a dreamer
Always had fantasies
Of spitting through Arena's
Always told my home girls
Raven Mandy and Nina
I ain't no comedy show
No diss to Martin and Gina
Knocking verses out the ring
Just like Cena
Your flow is nice but I strive to
Sound cleaner
I pump the hip into the hop
Like the fucking sneaker
From the 90s
And if you don't like it
Here's the finger
I feel grimy
A rap to spit the story
Y'all just whiny
I bet your favorite artist
Want to sign me
Keep it fly like Versace
Girl decked up in A'gaci
No Tamagotchi
Up in this lifestyle
Taking over a hoe
Yeah just watch me
I'm a rare breed
Like a Maserati
Produce more flow than a Liberace
Chilling with hotties
Flexible bodies
She drop it low like Pilates
Shits amazing yeah

So much shit has happened
In the past year
Man it's frightening
Broke it off with my girl
We wanted different things
Got off the plane
And did the deed
But now I'm up in that spot
Again we're love is just
What I need made money
Traveled the country
Went back home
Phone blown up
Hit the club with the homies
The crew surround me
Women around me
Girl in skimpy skirt man
She wanna down me
10 shots on the rocks
Bottles pop
Me and my family in Detroit
Getting closer like CosaNostra
Made reconnection
With my father
Been good I let the past
Go disintegrate
The feeling is great
Look for the future
Ain't no fucking sense in
Holding grudges
Can't leave him completely Fenced in
I'm not 11 yeah
Grown man 25 making moves
On my Craig Mack shit
Don't snooze I'm a winner
I never lose stay humble
Unless adversaries really wanna
Rumble
We get it popping
I ain't no punk
Deck you in the face
Give you lockjaw
Meet me up in the middle
If we have to let's keep it civil
Ain't no gangster
But don't cross me
Amigos get it popping off set
Just ask Cardi

Done being Mr. nice guy
I am the shadow at night
The one who bring fright
To MC's hearts
Like the bogeyman
So stay out of sight
Better lay low I'm quite
Crazy when I write
Nasty rhyme so chilling
It make your hair turn white
Can't stop the whole flex
Outhustling want nothing
But the Best
Plotting on the come up
On the run up
Raking in the fucking income
From dusk till sun up
The game is cold
So hope you hoes
All dressed for the winter
Rhymes swole
For this gift forever grateful
I can't be hateful
Could've ran with the wrong Crowd
Know a lot of homies
Who in jail now
Drugs murder affiliation
You name it
Talking money
Got to speak through
The consigliere
Feel like a mob boss
Feel I've got it made
Yeah I've got it made