Lil Roco - Trilogy (feat. Joskii2x) Lyrics

I'ma start off, workin' every day, I really made myself a boss
Now I go inside the mall, don't care about what it cost
The line between life and death, the size of dental floss
You did me wrong, but I won't let that piss me off

Hole in one and I ain't talk about no golf, that's a top shot
I outside with my twin and we ridin' in the drop top, yeah
They sleepin' on me now, but wait till I get hot
I'ma make it, cause I'm doin' the shit they not

You my brother, the only thing that separated us from bein' blood
Was our dad and our mother, it's a scary life
Had to make a sacrifice, couldn't imagine livin' life without one another
Livin' in the city feel like it's a curse

August 1st the day my life took a turn for the worse
Pain cut in deep, can't be healed by a nurse
For all I know, nigga, this could be my last verse
First part of my trilogy, these bitches belittle me

This is for the time when them bitches weren't feelin' me
Showin' off my ability, I ain't showin' no sympathy
All this pain cut in deep, it feel like it's killin' me
At the top is where I wanna be at, when I make it

If they don't give it to me, nigga, I'ma take it
When you look back on your life, was it everything you made it
Or did you have so much love you had to fake it

Semi-automatic on my hip, this bitch spit nasty

I might have to fingerf*ck this bitch, make my blick happy
I can't be your nigga, no attachments, bitch, that's too sappy
Baby, I'm Jamaican, so my hair, you know it's too nappy
Too deep in my whip and it's a striker, bitch its tented it out

I've been gettin' paper, I ain't have to take the safest route
All about my money, nothin' else that we can talk about
Baby, I'm a player, I can show you what a boss about
Shoutout Jay, cause if he call it bitch, he's scorin

Sleepin' on my niggas, we gon' wake y'all up from snoring
This shit is born, thick bitch on my hip, you know she foreign
State to state, on the road, so you know we tourin
Anything I want, I can treat it like it's mine

Didn't hear before, I'd be happy to remind
R.O.B the gang, I tell my brothers all the time
With black ink, I murder white lines
I remember we was playin' with the substance in the kitchen

Fed my dog was the same hand he had bitten
I had to really grind to put myself in this position
They wanna pay, but it don't cost a thing to listen
This shit that I built, they gon' try to take it down

Suppressor on the blicky, that bitch ain't gon' make a sound
Started from the bottom, got this shit from off the ground
I said that we would make it if you hatin', bet it now
Rich