Lyrics JACKPOT - Trevond

Can't believe
That I've made it this far g
Never surf wishes
Cause I'm the star see
Been sipping cabernet
That Robert Mondavi
I got this game on lock
So find a new hobby
With emcees I see food
Like calamari
Y'all pray for fame
But don't work
That's kind of alarming
All my bitches treat me
Like I'm Prince Charming
And even in my city man
I've made a marking
It's remarkable
If you have a dream
Go do the impossible
No obstacle will stand in my way Like Kim Possible
Ball jar of AK
Feeling phenomenal
Had to fail to be the greatest
It wasn't an option though
Who put Ludington on the map Man I'm responsible
Not here to play games
This isn't a carnival
Lyrics for days
You ain't seen half of the arsenal
Everything we do it stay hot
Like the tropics though

This summer man
I took a break from rap
Flew back to the city
In first class
Had to fall back
At Stearns Beach
Kick back with a six pack
Women and homies
Shining like a straight mack
Audemar and all that
I got it for the low like a rollback
Take her from the club
To the hotel pad
Fucked her so good
She speaking in tongues
Her eyes rolled back

Check this out
I'm never lacking
Dick game insane
It need a straight jacket
Shake the women down
Like Gregory Abbott
Whip that thing out
Like Inspector Gadget
She can get the Iron Man
Ain't talking Black Sabbath
I'm a sex addict
We all got bad habits
Only loyal dogs running
Inside my bracket
Running the game
We too sick and rabid
Disloyal then we pull
A Lizzy Borden with the hatchet
You a dead man walking casket
Straight paranoid
Devil watching me
Or maybe it's my demons
Trying to capture me
I'm running zig zagging
Through these backstreets
I feel my demons
Slowly taking over
The older I get
Their just getting closer
Unresolved issues need closure
Sipping on drink
Said fuck staying sober
Stay paranoid just like a soldier
Every chance I take
Looking over shoulders
Never know when jealous niggas
Want to smoke you
When you reach the top
Niggas flip flop
Y'all thought y'all was homies
I would think not
Cause real dudes go out they way To show props
If one make it from the city
Then everybody wins in my mob
Jealous cats will stick you
Just for what you got
They hang around
Steady trying to eavesdrop
Wait for the moment
When you have a lot
Then they'll make the chopper
Sing kinda like Jill Scott
Too many hometown heros
They laid in a box
Like Biggie when I pass
Drive me around the block
Too addicted to this lifestyle
I can't stop
Like Eminem
Dog this is my one shot
One opportunity
Truthfully for the jackpot