Trav lays down a very large amount of bars displaying his smooth lyrics and showing off his presence as an elite bar artist. The track is a massive bar attack sending various messages through tough rhyme schemes and delivery.
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Story behind the song
I wanted to show off my lyrics in a more seductive and serious but more less entertaining view. I never tried something I didn't like an using this type of flow was to "kill" track with no hook to make it known that I am a MC and not just a one hit wonder. The more I wrote made me think "if I made it would people like the fact that I'm more of a rapper then a artist because I do look at it as a work of art. -Travis "Trav" Watson
Lyrics
My money green, like a Jets jersey. I ball hard, like James Worthy. I dont repeat myself, these n*** s know they heard me. I am eating these rappers I ain't never thirsty.Woke up this mourning like what the f*** , my homie sent me four tracks told me f*** em up. Got cha girl download bout to app it up. Lets rephrase that I'm bout to clap it up. Subway h*** make them b*** es wrap it up. Eat fresh trick we be snackin up. If you aint stackin up, lame n*** back it up. I'm Dirk with the work, b*** Mavericks up. Dwight on the post makin Magic huh. Kobe sixty plus points I aint passin up. No assist n*** regulation pick hitter, turn ya girlfriend into a graduated dick getter. Damn, an a couple still wanna test, big mouth big guns with no vest. Catch em diddyboppin Ima leave no chest. An I like to call that no stress. Oh yes I guess it was only right. He came off and off went his life.Its stupid simple when you think about it, then the sh** get crazy when you drink about it. I came in this b*** with my own cloud, Im the uno ace got my own crowd. Keep ya face my people got they own style, It look like we grinting but thats my old smile. I live to love some people love to live. Kiss ya girl on the mouthe, booty slap da b*** . Im not the average just smoking this master sh** . So wear the crown n*** , If you down n*** . Middlefinger to the shorty with the brown liquor. She on my dick tonight, might be my cryptonyte. Lets go, for these haters try to pick a fight. They wanna snatch my chain, the 40'll snatch his brains. Get away from ya mans he might catch a stain. Young Tizzle fo shizzle I got that extra thang. We gon see the smoke, but who gon catch the flame. somebody pointin fingers yeah they all know to blame. They gon hit you wit that ood wop an make it bang. Cant sing the same song cause we are not to same. To be so reckless in this world we are not to blame. Been through the obstacles, moutherf*** ers'll pop at you. From DTLR bags an Foot Locker Crew, is it my style or swag that you be knocking dude. I look into the future in these shades that Im rocking dude ..... (Interlude Outro)
