TruRebel Migs - Whiff (feat. Traffic) Lyrics

I came a long way from the projects
I be the trilest shit I promise
The promise child
A problem child
The kid is an indigo
Spit lyrical miracles
Leave these f*ckers in critical
Cause damage
The panic is panoramic
You shoulda ran with
Niggaz who know better then to clash with Cassius
When my cash is low and slow like molasses
I always know how to come up the fastest
Tote a burner
I Turner murder your masters
Herding the masses
Burgundy flaggin
Nigga got superior status
Back in Graphics
Shit get real graphic
I'm still stackin'
I'm never lackin'
I'm always packin'
These niggaz is always acting
Always asking for niggaz to tax em'
I laugh at em' and blast at em'
Trash rappers and back packers
It's ash to ashes dust to dust
Your run is up muffukas
So f*ck is up
Your pockets fat, nigga run that
Your pockets fat, nigga run that
I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
We hitting big, you feel them bills coming
We hitting big, you feel them bills coming
I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
It's Traffic bitch
They calling me the mad rapper
These niggaz acting like they hard
Yah some bad actors
Treat the game like the court
This is ball practice
And I run my block
Nigga Barry Sanders
Where I'm from the police can't stand us
They'll shoot you in in your back
Even when you put your hands up
So don't ask me why I run nigga
Cuz more then likely shit
I probably had that gun nigga
Where I'm from it's always raining
Ain't no sun nigga
The kids scared to play outside
Ain't no fun nigga
Grindin' hard everyday to get some funds nigga
I got 1 f*ckin daughter
And I got 6 mother f*ckin sons nigga
I'm going hard for em' all
I ain't playing witcha
I caught a whiff
I smell the money
Then I come and getcha
I'm that type of nigga that's waiting in your kitchen
Hop out like Oscar the grouch
And then I get it
Your pockets fat, nigga run that
Your pockets fat, nigga run that
I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
We hitting big, you feel them bills coming
We hitting big, you feel them bills coming
I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
My click a conscious costar Nostra
Culture vultures
You over owe us
If you approach us
It's Hocus Pocus
Shit I'm so focused
It's like I mixed my potion with ocean motions
Your hoe is open
Hoping for me to stroke her
But I keep it flowing
I'm wavy flowing
Tunnel vision so vulgar
7 digits I hold
Cuz 7 figures the focus
You could hold her and console her
I just Run this locomotive
And smoke foes in a moment
And over throw em'
Yo
The game is hopeless
Niggaz claiming they bang is jokers
Niggaz claiming they slang is dopeless
Rappers rockin' dresses chokers
That world is over with
Boulders crushing through that O-zone layer shit
Dangerous
Better save your pennies when you praying to your savior kid
I could split 11 layers
Lay it on your favorite
Labor like I'm slavin' it
Slain you for your bravery
And cater to the panegyrists
Payments on some major shit
Made some change
The only thing that changed
Was the paper
And the way my neighbors live
Left the block
Now they calling Migs a paradox
Unicorn to the flock
Megatron to the ops
If a jackass wanna pop
Meet pandora out the box
You could put me in a box
With the Biggies and the Pacs
When the day a nigga drop
Cuz my shit will never stop
Ima set up open shop
F*ck the politics and the critics
We just spit it how we live it
Just give it a minute nigga
Your pockets fat, nigga run that
Your pockets fat, nigga run that
I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
We hitting big, you feel them bills coming
We hitting big, you feel them bills coming
I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
I been overzealous
Living in the trenches
Living reckless
Catching wreck
And a record
For mine
Niggas is in this
We living to die
Is it fulfilling to witness the blind
Leading the blind
Leave it behind
Niggas is fiendin'
They needing supply
Seeing subpoenas
And sitting behind
Bars in a prison
And niggas are dying
Claiming you realer
My nigga you lying
Card Ima pull it
Them bullets ill fly
Pull on my trigger
And raise up the crime
Bang for the set
All my niggas ill ride
Nigga you hiii
Tryna take mine
Ima react in a minute
And finish the business
Spinning in cycles
Of killings
On killings on killings on killings
Fighting the feeling
This feeling it feel like I'm fighting my demons
Know it's on sight when I see him
I got the scoop on your re-up
I got my sig with the beam on it
I got a conscious but need money
Real talk I'm hungry
Got yours
I got mine
It's on me
All day
Due time
We'll see
Eye to eye
Take yours
Now it's mine
It's my time