[Verse 1: Trick Trick]
I been on that tip since the day of my arival
Living was second to my survival
Pops at the front door with a rifal
Mama in the kitchen with her bibal
Another day in the ghetto, tryna prevent from being suicidal
Clicked up with the other n***as' rivals
[?] so on point, I took the title
After so many years
[?] time and tears
Was the only fear
N***a I changed my life, and only did a year
Got to name my price, fucking with pioneers
See the OG's didn't play that
Tryna pay, n***a pay that
Real n***as gon respect where you lay at
Cause you didn't want them coming after you, talking bout payback
I say that, cause n***as only do what they tought
So used to being tought to be stupid till we caught
Only wrong that we did was surviving, what we thought

[Verse 2: Troy Ave]
Tryna break out the ghetto, [?] in something foreign
Streets still calling, [?]
Everytime it rain, more money for the team
06 in this barol, pull back, bang bang
Murder like so what, money [?]
I sold more birds than a KFC [?]
Sippin on shots, sitting on blocks
Getting this gwop, shit don't stop
Still going hard with the otherfucking yay
Don't assume I don't rap cause you heard me with Slay
I'm not with the drama, but I'm with the kingpin
Free the omies, [?] from the pen
Imma free myself from the hood with a pen
And drive away in my drug money bought Benz
I'm so ambitious with it
If I want it, I hustle and motherfucking get it
It's Troy Ave, n***a!
[Verse 3: Trae Tha Truth]
Running to this dead end, whole family fuck ups
Brother doing a few life, streets got him sucked up
MeI did the same thing, agrevated and robbing
Tryna provide for mama, to help her in case she was starving
Everyone would say I tripped out, man I was unstable
Preacher said I could change it, [?] enable
Homies say I'm the truth, and stick with it, [?] label
Told them that shit was cool, but I'm tryna get to this table
And eat n***a, Trae can't sleep n***a
Somebody hating, that's why I'm keeping this heat n***a
Cirtifyed champion, I be dambed if I get beat n***a
Plus the lil homie I knew got downed last week n***a
Nothing be guaranteed, [?] fly
[?] they know everyday I try
Fuck wasting my days to cry, just do what I do the best
Watch how I keep rolling by, and can't wait till I get to rest
I'm on it, homie

[Verse 4: Termanology]
I'm from the ghetto born, came up listening to ghetto boys
We stay hustling, cause we ain't really got a choice
My cousin just got out, he did a five piece
I pray he stay off these streets, so he can see his niece
Look around, it's cocroaches [?]
Powdered noses tryna rock with [?]
Kinda funny, cause you can have you a pile of money
And still not get love
[?] what he can do for the next man
Like cutting checks [?]
Extorting your best friends, so what's the best plan?
Things change, [?] stress at the shooting range
I ain't a punk, but I ain't ever shoot a man
Eh yo Slay you the man, cause you [?] plan
Catch me [?]
Chilling, dapping my fans
Fuck this music industry, this shit is fake as hell
None of these rappers real, another soul to sell