Who Would've Thought

Yung Trxp a menace I really get stacks, Run up my money by flipping them packs I put my whole city on my back, Even when my own family turned they back I had to stack it and flip it to run it up, I had some long nights in the trap, I had them bundles on me, I kept some hundreds on me (Yeah, Yeah) You niggas stunted on me, I kept it solid for free (Yeah, Yeah) I do this shit for the dealers, The killers, the robbers, The ones in the trenches, with goonies and goblins The strippers, the boosters, the niggas that’s plotting We got it all off the hustle, We had a few tussles, But we had got it all off the muscle We use to fall off allot, Jump back in the pot, And put it together like puzzles I would just run in your spot, All black with a Glock, Get down or get left in a puddle I had to learn how to double, The flower that grew from the rubble, I grew from the struggle I was the dog in the jungle, Uncut and Untamed, Some say I needed a muzzle The street life it drove me insane, I never felt so much pain, It’s hard to explain That’s why they call it the game, You always gone end up the same, No matter the lane So I’m endorsing my flame, Trust me we far from the same, It’s weight on my name This is all that we ever seen, So we don’t see the problem I had problems with promethazine, Finding Genies in the bottles Fascinated by the better things, Activated by the dollar I had to run up my commas, I want the money, You niggas can keep all the problem's I’m living life with no drama, Haters still watching my pockets, They think I’m a problem You put your love in these bitches, Yeah, you need to come your senses, Yeah, you really tripping I heard you tricking on bitches, And you still get fronted, You fool, if you front for these bitches I’m out here tryna get riches, I come from the trenches, I still got a lil’ dirt in my stitches This is a game with no order, You step in that water, You bound to be found with the fishes My killers they hungry and viscous, They leave niggas skinless, If they get to fucking with business We don’t believe in forgiveness, And we don't leave witness, Yeah we really clean up the dishes This how we live in the trenches, You flex and finessing, Then we just come burn all your bridges The doors on my trap, Yeah they jump off the hinges, Some hard and some soft, And allot of Syringes Lil’ bro in the back, With some gas and some midget While I’m on the stove, With two legs and biscuit The shit that I’m talking The state don’t prohibit, My P.O. be tripping She think I’m a menace Pushed so much weight I belong in a Guinness, The middle of summer, We turn it to Christmas My neighbors suspicions, They signing petitions My kitchen an office, I’m filling prescriptions Make packs disappear, Like a money magician, Addition, I gotta addiction A junky physician I followed my family tradition, The prices so low that, I’m making commission I put my own self in position, A street politician, I bought out my old competition All about the money, Don’t waist my time Twenty-four seven, Yeah I’m on my grind I had to stack it and flip it, To run it up part time, Can’t block my shine I had to work, From the from the back to the front Destined to blow, Since I slide out a cunt I go and get it, I really get with it, You only go shop at the first of the month. 
All about the money, Don’t waist my time Twenty-four seven, Yeah I’m on my grind I had to stack it and flip it, To run it up part time, Can’t block my shine I had to work, From the from the back to the front Destined to blow, Since I slide out a cunt I go and get it, I really get with it, You only go shop at the first of the month. All about the money, Don’t waist my time Twenty-four seven, Yeah I’m on my grind I had to stack it and flip it, To run it up part time, Can’t block my shine I had to work, From the from the back to the front Destined to blow…