Letra de Tru Organics - Larry June, 2 Chainz & The Alchemist

(Feat. 2 Chainz, The Alchemist)

La única opción es hacer más feria (Oh)

¿A cuánto vende kilos? (Good job, damn)

Nos vemos en la Ciudad de México

Ahí te veo con el equipo (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Thirty minutes in the microwave, I'm hard like that (Uh)

He ain't even got a plaque, how he ball like that?

I got an app on my phone that I use to stretch (Damn)

You so focused on me, got you dudes depressed

These not Cartier, just look at the lens

This the type of shit they give you when you cop this Benz (No)

She hopped in and hand it over, I looked back with a grin

The hot tubs in San Lorenzo, she hit for a band (Good job)

This remind me of the days that I lived in the O (O)

I had the spot in Jack London with the view of the ocean

And this was 2016 when you was still in the house

I never had a rap check, but I was up in a drought (It's hate)

And every time I do a show, I get them flashbacks (Flash)

I'm doin' shows everywhere I got that bag at (My old shows)

I tell my youngin, "Be cool on them Cash Apps" (Watch it)

I tucked 50K cash on my last track (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Yeah, I'm indulgin' in bein' a hustler, baby

I'm indulgin' 'cause money the motivator

Ain't indulgin' in nothin' that's complicated

I'm indulgin'-dulgin', I'm indulgin'

I used to pray that the trap didn't take me (Watch)

I got bills on the way, I'm goin' crazy (Goin' crazy)

Hop out the old school with the AC (Clock it)

It's a good day to get some paper (Yeah)

What's happenin'? (Uh)

It's a good day to get some paper (Alright)

It's a good day to get some paper (Toni)

Baby, put away your check card, you with a trap star

I be on your side like stretch marks, yeah, I'm that hard

I am the one you can depend on, no, not a friend zone

Hit you when I touch down and I ain't talkin' end zone

Checkin' out the 'Rari Enzo to cut the wind in it

But the shit cost so much, I'm glad I couldn't fit in it

When I bought my first trap house, I put a pit in it

When I got my second trap house, I put a stick in it

I'm a digi-scale user, and you just a user

Meaning you a customer to keep down the confusion (Woah)

Preachers say we lust too much, see, we seen prostitution

And we seen random shootings, we seen some of those

Buy some drugs from random school kids

Hood'll traumatize you, carry hammers like a toolkit

They ask me how I'm survivin' around all this bullshit

I'm indulgin' in bein' a hustler, baby (Yeah)

I'm indulgin' 'cause money the motivator (Alright)

Ain't indulgin' in nothin' that's complicated (Okay)

I'm indulgin'-dulgin', I'm indulgin'

I used to pray that the trap didn't take me (Watch)

I got bills on the way, I'm goin' crazy (Goin' crazy)

Hop out the old school with the AC (Clock it)

It's a good day to get some paper

What's happenin'? (Uh)

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