[Pastor Troy]nThey had me dodgin' the law, while I was serving my rawnThough I was young in the game, a lot of things I sawnI just bought that fifty pack, and just believed in menAnd with barely could ease, that fifty pack fit the peasnI got mo' cheese than Kraft, but teachers laughed at menThey asked me what would I be with out my damn degreenI told them they would see me on T.v. and videosnI'm all about that money, y'all can have them hoesnAnd I got goals, I know that I can do all thingsnCause now I make my beats, I write, I singnAnd pain was my stepping stonenHelp me realize shit, even my own'll do me wrongnBut y'all a never stop me, 'cause see I got this game in ordernStarted off with a fifty pack, with dreams of a quarternCatching that thing from the border, and leave my enemies cryingnI will never be stopped, so you can stop ya' tryin'nn[Chorus: Stop tryin' nigga (Repeat 8X)]nn[Pastor Troy]nOkay my money was mandatory, the glory of wealthnIt's plenty niggas with promises, I keep them myselfnI'm 15 on this grind, but my age don't matternAll they want is that butter, from whoever come fasternAnd I was after a monoply, ambition to rulenBe the Hitler of this game, if I keep my coolnI'm counting money every morning from the previous nightnGo and spend, ten with Twin, heard he packing 'em tightnI'm sitting right, I'm right where I wanted to benAin't no mo' fifty packs for me, give me the whole kinAnd I'm sure that you agree that I be hard to stopnIn the three, yes three, years, I went from block to blocknAnd now these haters are hot, cause I done locked the counternGot the calibur glock, because I know that they 'round menFound me laughing at these pussy boys, making me sicknWhile y'all be shooting for attention, I be shooting to hitnAnd who I'm with don't matter, cause I'm gone handle my ownnGot them DOWN SOUTH GEORGIA BOYS in case you get wrongnIt won't be long 'till doctors doing autopsynCause reason for death, its' gone send back to menCause y'all can't stop me, nigga, shit, this game in ordernStarted off with a fifty pack with dreams of a quarternCatching that thing from the border, leave my enemies cryin'nI will never be stopped, so y'all can stop ya' tryin'nn[Chorus]nn[Pastor Troy]nShit, fatalities get numerous, smother with covernSend a dead rose to his mother labeled that hustla'nAnd they say that that's a small price, I disagreenIf ya' stuck between a small life, unlike menI can't see myself going out, without a battlenPut the bomb on the stadium, aviod the hasslenFlip the tassle, I'm a skull cap, I graduatednFrom the school of hard knocks, nigga, others ain't make itnSo I make it my duty to be richer than Rudy, yeah RamonCause this here pay way mo', you decidenAnd ain't no mo' lettin' me ride, hell nah shawtynBe starrin' down the barrel of that autienDon't test me, arrest me, I'm out like Gotti, without a cluenTell the judge that they besta pop me, or die too!nCounty blue, not my fortenI'm only comfortable when I got on that grind with what, with a a.k.nAnd with a couple of banana clips, dip in ya lipnBetter hush when I hit that hip, and disconnect itnPerfect it, from day to day, I take game and call it stayin'nAnd watch em' pay, I ain't the onenMany come up, until I dump 'em, but then they scatternI leave ya' mamma asking ya' baby what's the matternI'm after ya' ligaments, no movementnFrom Down South Georgia bitch, I REPRESENT!!!nConvince the jury, we done payed them offnEvidence don't matter, since they paid, you lostnI'm the boss, that cost ain't even worth conversationnPastor Troy, the pastor of the true congregationnBlood wasting if ya' cross me, ya' lost me cuznWas a eye for a eye, now its' SLUG FOR A SLUG!nJune Bug know I lay 'em low, that 44, he got's to gonShit, he got's to go, shitnNigga stop tryin' nigga, stop tryin'
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