Trillxxa - Tyrant Lyrics

I swear my flow is something like
When Bambi lost his mother

My vision blurry gunpowder
Ima smoke another

Swarms of roaches on the table
Make a nigga stutter

If you approach you'll wish
Your father went and got the rubber

The under-covers gave us ruckus
Cause we bout our shit

Them motherf*ckers are some suckas
They ain't really with it

I roll with niggas
If they got a fair amount of stitches

F*ck the snitches
F*ck the bitches
Aim at any witness

I'm the plaguing sickness
Setting within the victims
I'm imperialism

I got my hands in every pocket
Bet you feeling the rhythm

I stuck the fork up in the socket
That's how the lightning was ridden

I cause the fighting within you
You can't deny I turned the tide
I watched the Vicodin hit you

And split you twist you into
Something detrimental

Leave the pain up in my pad
And drained it right on through the pencil

(Aye, Aye, Aye)

Loop flooding in looking like a
Masquerade

Won't ever pass the K

Ill pop up
Blow your back away

Won't wear a mask and cape
We criminals our lives at stake

Hustling to make our
Bank accounts like license plates

Next to the graves
Is where we toting all our razor blades

Night the time of day
I feel the voices in my brain

And every day it storms and rains
I've come to hate this plane

I'm smoking every day
I chose it just to numb the pain

But I know I've found a liking
To some other things

I pop a narco
And I snort a couple lines of cane

Fish scale
Inhale in hell

I just stack up all my bread
And hope it never gets stale

Unveil all my demons
They steady screaming
I feel them bleeding

They all retreating
The line receding
And then you see me

Im like a mix of
Santeria and a little Ouija

Or Voodoo priest
Have you deceased
And lay you in the cement

Best believe it
I'll catch you sleeping
And then you'll see it

I seem to see it
In every mirror
I ever be in

I'm not like you
I not just another human being

Tear you to pieces
The souls are for reaping
Can't you see it

I swear my flow is something like
When Bambi lost his mother

My vision blurry gunpowder
Ima smoke another

Swarms of roaches on the table
Make a nigga stutter

If you approach you'll wish
Your father went and got the rubber

The under-covers gave us ruckus
Cause we bout our shit

Them motherf*ckers are some suckas
They ain't really with it

I roll with niggas
If they got a fair amount of stitches

F*ck the snitches
F*ck the bitches
Aim at any witness

Step up in the spot
With my shooter clutching .40

I don't walk up in the club
Unless my partner got it on him

If I got it then I cop it
I ain't really gonna flaunt it

If he talking bout he got it
I know Jay about to cop it

Put it on 'em
Yeah I got it
Check for armor on the body

If you thinking something stop it
Bet my shotty got you nauseous

I'm the Don
Eli the Prophet
Put me on then I cocked it

Pocket rocket got the knowledge
I'm studying Christopher Wallace

All my life I see this violence
What's beef I think I got it

It's the steep nose dive
Of a kamikaze pilot

Yeah I'm wilding I'm a tyrant
And I seem to move in silence

Got the Midas get behind us
And I don't foresee you dying

Aye aye aye why the f*ck you lying
Aye Aye
And you don't know why you dying aye

Bathed
In a wave
Filled with hate

Feel enraged
With my day
So I started digging graves

In the shade
So the rays
Never really hit my face

So ashamed
Someone slain
Mary Jane
And I took it to the brain

Then I double back
To attack with pack

Grab a new mag
Pull the slide click clack

Round a corner
Bloop blap now he blue and black

I have a knack
For making it back

I'm tryna Press Scott like Dak
Try to talk hard, get smacked

Watch me accumulate all of the cash
Chill with the kumate they got my back

F*ck what that crew going say
I just attack

I am the fool that they handed a strap
Try to rebuke today peeling your cap

Letting my ruger spray cocking it back
Graduate to a K with a big enough stack