NYR - TROJAN HORRORS

(VERSE 1: VRIZZ)

Rolling with the set
With the tech
Got these bitches pressed

Pillie for the stress
Millie cheques
Never making less

Got me feeling blessed
Never rest
Made another Cheque

I’ve been making prep
Millitant

Man I got these niggas folding (folding, folding folding yeah)
Got them falling like the Trojans (Trojans, Trojans, Trojans yeah)

Made a Milli on a weekday
Why you hating cause I’ve been paid
I’ve been the Nigga since the 6th grade
Give a fuck about no shitface
I’ve been popping since the big jeans
Big chains
Big dreams
Niggas out the work in, get the dream fixed
Swiftly
Niggas moving sloppy never been sleek
Been Trill
Run over the opps with the big tank
Click clack
Gunnin for the top with the Big Mac


(HOOK: FRUX)

Hands in the air
The weed and alcohol
Got me seeing clear
The horrors in my head
You better say a prayer
Even hell cannot compare


(VERSE 2: FEYO)

And I’ve been handling this shit
The best way that I can
I practice what I preach
Yeah I did what I said
Do it for the days when I hop up in a lamb
My life ain’t been the same since I made a couple bands

I be making moves tryna get my money right
Niggas really think it happened over night
They ain’t seen none of the struggles and the sleepless nights
They ain’t seen none of the demons that live in my mind

Naaaaaaah
You wouldn’t understand
I been in the pen, with some niggas in the can
I don’t entertain energy I can’t contain
I just wanna get it, I just wanna go flex flex flex

Pull up on me with your niggas, I’m ready
I beat up a nigga, he pop like confetti
I got it again and then niggas they jelly
I got no idea why them niggas they envy

I don’t care what they want
I just stay in motion
Never lose my focus
Got that tunnel vision

Okay you see
My life is a fantasy
Now these niggas wan be like me
Now these bitches wan be with me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Be with me
Now these bitches wan be with me


(HOOK: FRUX)

Hands in the air
The weed and alcohol
Got me seeing clear
The horrors in my head
You better say a prayer
Even hell cannot compare

Hands in the air
The weed and alcohol
Got me seeing clear
The horrors in my head
You better say a prayer
Even hell cannot compare


(VERSE 3: BRATTIE)

I be on my grind 24/7
Man ah focus
Man ah lock up
Never fuck up

Always Pon me dread
Me no low cut
If you take shot
Man ah stay posed
If you don’t know
You ah scapegoat

Cover me niggas from bad weather like raincoat
This ah the motherfucking life man ah dreamt of
Making money from me song man ah record
Flex up, smoke up, stay cool

Me na wanna see nobody faking
Nobody snitching
Nobody hating now

Me like it when nobody faking
Nobody snitching
Nobody hating now

When ah bad man gonna pull up pon your block
You never gan know
You never gan see

And the bad man gonna pull up with a Glock
You never gan know
You never gan see