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Tray Charles - Dirty Sax (feat. MikeXBrown) Lyrics




F*ck haters they tried to lable me an underdog
The truth is I'm never standing up under y'all

I climbed high to the top to see these niggas fall
And haters stay on they bull and they don't even ball
See ill shit that's what my style consist of
These pussy ass rappers are the clones of some bitches
I'm waiting for a cat to pop off and try to diss us
It's B.C.S. crew in this bitch what
Who iller
Look deep in my soul you'll find a lil bit of
Jay, Pac, Big, Nas, Dilla
Rapping or thugging now days the only way to get richer
An ex-college boy trying to paint my perfect picture
But sometimes I get abstract
Trying to get on my Bob Ross
But Picasso is where my ass at
Sometimes simplicity over rules everything
And your enemies can take over your every dream

Yeah
Take a listen to a classic
I'm trynna show em and tell em just who the baddest
Now what we playing when we lay em in the casket
We bring the drums out Dirty Saxes
Yeah Dirty Saxes
Take caution the situation's drastic
Now what we playing when we lay em in the casket
We bring the drums out Dirty Saxes

Uh oh better call up your manager
I got verses 16's will damage you
Bringing 32 shots for the cameras
First 48 bars body baggin em
Now add em up
Shit saddle up
We ain't never met defeat
So how you toe tagging us
Still running this shit
Stamina on maximun
They ain't never passed the baton
That's how we lapping em
I be the anchor not the quick sinker
Now I'm bout to switch lanes
Take a look at my left blinker
Skating on you call me Brink Brinker
And if you're still not catching my drift you're not a quick thinker
So get your mind right or exit stage left
Cause I be aiming at the thing where the brain at
Trnna go hard caught you slipping cuz the paint wet
Saying you the shit and you ain't even made a stain yet

You see I'm tired of that same ol, lame ol delivery
Flow be on digorna, Beats forever rotisory
They say the boy rhymes illmatic
Used to haters hating because the boy ill at it
And still at it, caonstantly on a mission
Giving life to everything that I have ever invisioned
Moms told me to strive and be the best
Keep my team to a limit and F*ck you to all the rest
Minus all my connects, Radio said it best
You ain't gotta show love my nigga just show respect
Bet, Salute to you dog
Salute to my team
Salute to all of y'all chasing a dream
And getting that cream
It's time to guap it out
Knock it out like Paquiou
They right clicking the mouse
Shit look at who they copy now
They bridge is over
I aint talking bout no boogie down
It's time to rethink who the hottest
In this f*cking town
ME!
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F*ck haters they tried to lable me an underdog
The truth is I'm never standing up under y'all

I climbed high to the top to see these niggas fall
And haters stay on they bull and they don't even ball
See ill shit that's what my style consist of
These pussy ass rappers are the clones of some bitches
I'm waiting for a cat to pop off and try to diss us
It's B.C.S. crew in this bitch what
Who iller
Look deep in my soul you'll find a lil bit of
Jay, Pac, Big, Nas, Dilla
Rapping or thugging now days the only way to get richer
An ex-college boy trying to paint my perfect picture
But sometimes I get abstract
Trying to get on my Bob Ross
But Picasso is where my ass at
Sometimes simplicity over rules everything
And your enemies can take over your every dream

Yeah
Take a listen to a classic
I'm trynna show em and tell em just who the baddest
Now what we playing when we lay em in the casket
We bring the drums out Dirty Saxes
Yeah Dirty Saxes
Take caution the situation's drastic
Now what we playing when we lay em in the casket
We bring the drums out Dirty Saxes

Uh oh better call up your manager
I got verses 16's will damage you
Bringing 32 shots for the cameras
First 48 bars body baggin em
Now add em up
Shit saddle up
We ain't never met defeat
So how you toe tagging us
Still running this shit
Stamina on maximun
They ain't never passed the baton
That's how we lapping em
I be the anchor not the quick sinker
Now I'm bout to switch lanes
Take a look at my left blinker
Skating on you call me Brink Brinker
And if you're still not catching my drift you're not a quick thinker
So get your mind right or exit stage left
Cause I be aiming at the thing where the brain at
Trnna go hard caught you slipping cuz the paint wet
Saying you the shit and you ain't even made a stain yet

You see I'm tired of that same ol, lame ol delivery
Flow be on digorna, Beats forever rotisory
They say the boy rhymes illmatic
Used to haters hating because the boy ill at it
And still at it, caonstantly on a mission
Giving life to everything that I have ever invisioned
Moms told me to strive and be the best
Keep my team to a limit and F*ck you to all the rest
Minus all my connects, Radio said it best
You ain't gotta show love my nigga just show respect
Bet, Salute to you dog
Salute to my team
Salute to all of y'all chasing a dream
And getting that cream
It's time to guap it out
Knock it out like Paquiou
They right clicking the mouse
Shit look at who they copy now
They bridge is over
I aint talking bout no boogie down
It's time to rethink who the hottest
In this f*cking town
ME!
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Writer: TRAVION JAMAL THOMAS
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