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74 hours - ceo trayle & dubba-aa lyrics

[intro: ceo trayle]
yeah (dubba*aa flex)
yeah (winning lottery numbers coming up)
turn my vocals up a lil’ bit more
yeah

[verse: ceo trayle]
i lost my brother, n*gga, you know i couldn’t barely eat
i lost my other brother, n*gga, and i couldn’t barely sleep
they say i’m famous, a grim reaper, i can’t barely reap
no, i don’t f*ck with bro no more, even though we claim the same street (this is the sound)
uh, i ain’t goin’ back, ain’t no n*gga takin’ me
had to stick with plan a ’cause ain’t no plan b
yeah, if i nut in you, b*tch, i wasn’t thinkin’ ’bout no plan b
uh, last n*gga made the news, that’s just for playin’ with me
mix the percocets and ecstasy, ain’t told you to follow me
let backdoor get in his zone, lil’ b*tch, i ain’t ask you to bother me
look at thе man that i became, sometimеs i wish my father see
yeah, i don’t really like to talk about that sh*t, that bother me
yeah, i don’t even know if i’m good or bad for how i raise my seed
yeah, teach my boy to never play, when he do, play for keep
yeah, no, my daddy ain’t teach me sh*t, i learned that from the streets
don’t wear your feelings on your sleeve, i learned that from the streets
yeah, and grab that fire before you leave, i learned that from the streets
yeah, and make sure ‘fore you say anything, you know they gon’ want receipts
yeah, i backdoor n*ggas in front they face, i’ll never be a thief
yeah, you can’t look inside that mirror and never be a chief
yeah, look at that man inside that mirror and all i see is me
yeah, i knock three times, say backdoor four, i pop up ‘cross the street
uh, the label said if i wan’ be bigger, then i gotta start some beef
yeah, that’s why lucien grandson, he don’t like me
they call my name, my poker under my mat at rice street
yeah, up that b*tch right now bare*faced, n*gga, i barely ski
and dubba*aa had pulled me in, told me, “just rap, n*gga, we gon’ eat”
mm, i’m doin’ just that, n*gga, i don’t even pick the beat
yeah, you could be a teacher, still n*ggas gotta learn
yeah, roll my oppers up like usher, n*gga, they gotta burn
yeah, and just wait, be patient, everybody got a turn
just gotta stay free for it, gotta stay p for it
yeah, you in the kitchen lookin’ crazy, got me p*noid
yeah, n*gga, the trap the stu’, it’s residue on my keyboard
run in the trap, we shoot wherever you want, you’ll bleed for it
yeah, whatever i do for us, n*gga, everybody in my team know it
yeah, i just popped a percocet, hope that fill the void
yeah, turned the song up at the stu’, hope that k!ll the noise
yeah, but i still hear that voice
i still hear voices, yeah, sayin’, “f*ck him, go back door him,” still ain’t got no choice
yeah, i still run from 12, i don’t even know what i’m runnin’ for
yeah, that’s just instinct, make a b*tch think
yeah, me and dub did this sh*t in how many hours? seventy*three?
and on the seventy*fourth hour, grew a money tree
[outro]
(this is the sound)

- ceo trayle dubba aa lyrics

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