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Trillest Spill Video (MV)




Performed By: 2 Low
Language: English
Length: 2:11
Written by: Cedric White




2 Low - Trillest Spill Lyrics




Certified street nigga I promise
Run y'all background check on me niggas
I bet I check out on gang
F*ck y'all mean

I came off the porch at a young age
While niggas my age was focused on grades
I was focused on getting paid
No cap at 13 I was made roaming these streets like stray dogs

Wet behind the ears but still had love for all my dogs
Geto dreams to ball my first idol was Nino Brown
My first love was Guap f*ck acceptance by a set and getting put down
I had a relationship with my stangs like Project Hoes and Welfare

And I kept a blick in my custody and care
In my early teens I learned early What
I thought love me didn't care
That shit put me on demon time it's like I was destined for life of crime

How naive I thought niggas wanted to see niggas shine
Decades on top of decades f*cking off my freedom addicted to the grind
Served them bids and touchdown to plugs with open arms
Never thought of leaving the streets them dirty shits was a norm

Ran my bag up so big you'd think it was Hell storms
I'd forever be trappin' for street niggas like me ain't no reform
You niggas can feel like I'm glorifying the streets all yall won't niggas
Im just speakin' on what this shit been for me

To each its on
I jumped into this game niggas head first
Grinding with enough drip on me to quince a camel thirst
A jury of my peers our a black hearse

Are enough dirty dough stacked to say f*ck the game
My niggas f*ck it it's whatever's first
Tucked under shirts be some shit that bring families grief
Like a barbecue pit I smoke a nigga thinkin' he won't beef

Sipping a band worth of lean but still can't get no sleep I'm being
Plottin' on buy the niggasI'm feeding it was all lovebefore I got on feet
With the plugs I meet I don't go through no middlemen
Whippin' astronomical grams

Flooding these streets like a broken dam
Dirty dough stacked but not a cent going to Uncle Sam
I'm on top like a Skycam lookin' over you niggas
And I'm still playin' with dead prez from every culture my niggas

I could coach you lil' niggas but y'all don't believe in playin' team ball
These new wave streets all niggas know it's the ball hog
If you niggas ain't opps you niggas is the f*ckin' laws
I'm under the old law niggas

Respect that shit
Check that shit I'm
With all the shits
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Certified street nigga I promise
Run y'all background check on me niggas
I bet I check out on gang
F*ck y'all mean

I came off the porch at a young age
While niggas my age was focused on grades
I was focused on getting paid
No cap at 13 I was made roaming these streets like stray dogs

Wet behind the ears but still had love for all my dogs
Geto dreams to ball my first idol was Nino Brown
My first love was Guap f*ck acceptance by a set and getting put down
I had a relationship with my stangs like Project Hoes and Welfare

And I kept a blick in my custody and care
In my early teens I learned early What
I thought love me didn't care
That shit put me on demon time it's like I was destined for life of crime

How naive I thought niggas wanted to see niggas shine
Decades on top of decades f*cking off my freedom addicted to the grind
Served them bids and touchdown to plugs with open arms
Never thought of leaving the streets them dirty shits was a norm

Ran my bag up so big you'd think it was Hell storms
I'd forever be trappin' for street niggas like me ain't no reform
You niggas can feel like I'm glorifying the streets all yall won't niggas
Im just speakin' on what this shit been for me

To each its on
I jumped into this game niggas head first
Grinding with enough drip on me to quince a camel thirst
A jury of my peers our a black hearse

Are enough dirty dough stacked to say f*ck the game
My niggas f*ck it it's whatever's first
Tucked under shirts be some shit that bring families grief
Like a barbecue pit I smoke a nigga thinkin' he won't beef

Sipping a band worth of lean but still can't get no sleep I'm being
Plottin' on buy the niggasI'm feeding it was all lovebefore I got on feet
With the plugs I meet I don't go through no middlemen
Whippin' astronomical grams

Flooding these streets like a broken dam
Dirty dough stacked but not a cent going to Uncle Sam
I'm on top like a Skycam lookin' over you niggas
And I'm still playin' with dead prez from every culture my niggas

I could coach you lil' niggas but y'all don't believe in playin' team ball
These new wave streets all niggas know it's the ball hog
If you niggas ain't opps you niggas is the f*ckin' laws
I'm under the old law niggas

Respect that shit
Check that shit I'm
With all the shits
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Writer: Cedric White
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