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letra de dirty journey - trigga trav

[verse 1]
from dirty jersey
a n-gg- been on a dirty journey
i remember serving a n-gg-
just bringing back the earnings;
i remember chillin’ wit n-gg-s
i ain’t know they was judas;
breaking bread with serpents and leeches
honestly that was foolish;
i’m looking back at my doings
how the f-ck was i movin’;
brain dead or f-ckin clueless
n-gg-s tryna screw me
my life a movie, n-gg-s tryna be the star of it;
couldn’t ask to borrow, with these p-ss-es stealing garments
nah, that’s some broad sh-t;
i’m flawless, never tarnished
i bounce back like sean did
yeah they call me trigga trav
never catch me singing songs
game begging for my palm
honestly it’s been prolonged
and every time i write a song i feel like it’s my job
and i remember seeing mom, she would sit inside;
and i could see it in her face she was givin’ up
first the prison visits, then foreclosure eviction stuff
let’s pick it up;
then it’s razor blades and gettin’ drums
you don’t listen up
this sh-t don’t work, i’m done with this
laying in back of pickup trucks
i do this sh-t so impressively
my sk!lls exemplary
too great not to mention me
and f-ck ya empathy!

[chorus]
cash rules everything around me
cream
g-g-get the money;
d-d-dolla dolla bills y’all. (x2)

[verse 2]
my mother said to my face she rather be cremated
she don’t want no wake or any funeral arrangements
she said that’s when n-gg-s act the fakest
not much moral support during difficult changes
but word to mike will, n-gg- ima make it
and f-ck the throne, i don’t want it ima prolly waste it
just tryna buy moms an estate with no neighbors
i’m talking acres;
i’m talking major
just want the paper
these other n-gg-s wanna be famous
i just be flaming cause mothaf-ckas told me i’m dangerous
i used to talk to my dad, like on some every day sh-t
last time he messaged me he told me i should blame em;
my mother do
i ain’t got time for that, i’m tryna be untouchable
marijuana smoke rising out the sunroof
pound cake and more greens than vegetables
trigga chief ledger, (ooh)

[chorus (x1)]

[verse 3]
cash rules
you ain’t heard, then that’s bad news;
chillin’ on the avenue
tryna see what this math do;
and i just want the money so you can keep the collateral
i’m from plainfield, some n-gg-s say it’s a battle field
time don’t stop, nah not when you need it to
not when eviction is coming, not when the fees is due
and f-ck a president election, that ain’t ever mean sh-t
the government experimental
pull this trigga, clear the venue
(uh)
what you n-gg-s into
i’m just tryna clear my mental;
my subconscious, going bonkers
and i’m stoned, as the forefathers
got me debating on what i’m cultivating
just embrace it
we was only born to form creations
my mind full and my heart vacant
so mind your business, cause i might erase it
money in my pocket
business on my brain;
honest, it’s a bunch of visions in my brain
i could see the crowd, i could feel the stage
one day everybody gone know my name

- trigga trav

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