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letra de restore the feeling - trigga trife

[verse 1: trigga trife]
ugh! c.y.o. here to restore the feelin’ (ugh!)
take you back to the essence when lyrics count and n-ggas was really spittin’ (bars!)
and everything you said in your rhymes, you was really livin’!
couple of homies been sittin’ since nine-six in that prison
still miss ’em, still send a kite and a few fl!cks (uh huh)
some money on his books, how real n-ggas do sh-t (yeah)
we’ve been chasin’ this cash it ain’t nuttin’ new
more knowledge now, for years i ain’t have a f-ckin’ clue, stuck on new!
money over b-tches, n-ggas stick to the script
p-ssy always come with the money, focus on gettin’ rich
i hear the side talk but i love when they hatin’ on this ( love it!)
that means i’m doin’ something right ’cause i be makin’ ’em sick
dollars i be makin’ ’em flip, i be takin’ em risks
used to move around with the rock, no relation to vick (not at all)
unc told me as long as you breathin’ there’s paper to get
i was out here getting to it, never waiting for sh-t
hustle is in my blood, moms used to pump down in maryland (uh huh)
i spit bars, feel ’em in your veins like heroin (yeah)
never cuffin’ these ho’s, n-gga i be sharin’ ’em
and guns like clothes these days, we all wearin’ ’em (ugh!)
my name tre, but i ain’t never get out that car (nah!)
boyz n the hood for real, we the definition of hard
everything i went through in life was just a lesson from god
so i’m countin’ my money, my bullets blessin’s and all
wake up, get straight to the bands i don’t ever prolong
call up gotti, tell him i’m comin’, cut the stove on
break ’em all down, flood the town ’til every [?] is gone
n-ggas steady f-ckin’ my b-tch that’s my old joint
you should see my new one, sum’n like [?]
never sweat her though, she act up, i keep it movin’ (i’m not)
i be chasin’ ’em m’s need money like mark cuban
any form of disrespect the goonies will start shootin’ (brrr)
started from the bottom, still ain’t make it to the top yet
got the eye of the tiger like rocky up on that top step (it’s his)
i got now, i could care less if you got next
cook up in the booth, some n-ggas call me the top chef
verses like puzzles how i put ’em together
need a muzzle around rappers ’cause i’m eatin’ whoever (ahh)
like my n-gga n0be’ said, keep applyin’ the pressure
gotta ’em tappin out on tracks like connor mcgregor
i’m a man with two daughters and a conscience
so my character is always more important than my accomplishments (always)
all my accomplices stick to the code
keep our mouths closed, we don’t let the truth unfold (uh uh)
but when i’m in the booth, i let the truth be told
’cause n-ggas be lyin’ and all of y’all need to be exposed (all of y’all)
standin’ on ten toes i’m comin’ with better flows
you washed up, weak in the knees, derrick rose
i focus on life goals (focus) all i see is dollar signs
tunnel vision, we gon’ get these bags n-gga, bottom line (cash)
put in a lot of time, over the years
lost a lot of my peers, and i’ve shed so many tears
but i’m still here, ridin’ til the wheels fall off
callin’ plays like sean payton, goin’ for it on fourth (goin’ for it)
n-ggas is soft, they hidin’ it like easter eggs (hidin’)
when it’s on my n-ggas ridin ’til the beef is dead (ridin’)
should’ve went to college but i hit the streets instead
goin’ hard every night just tryin’ to increase my bread (had to get it)
always been a team player though, i don’t need the most points
i rather assist and help us all get to the coins
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- trigga trife

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