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lirik lagu stairway to heaven – troy b.

[verse 1: troy b.]

12 years to get here
26 to get old enough to realize i was ready the first year
inception to ears
adjust levels, compress
wake up on the 1st and hustle straight to the 6th
chill on the 7th, i got this from here
clear, pride is flooding me
i am my own team
scheme front of the crib to wake up on the beach
summers year round where we reach
sin required to say peace – prestige
still my soul remains cleaner than the preach
n-gga!
yeah that’s the word
black and i’m preferred
rap is new example for rags to riches
catch me on the cover of forbes
and i’ll get all the white awards
well, what’s that?
that’s the kind where you accepted by the m-ss and transcend your native cl-ss
can’t show your -ss, nah

[hook: troy b.]
let’s get this money and stack it up to the heavens
climb up, tell god, “i did it for the living!”
present my soul as proof i never gave in
but we all know that’s some real hopeful wishing

[verse 2: troy b.]
i want the kind of money thats too much to fold
collection plate, y’all know
i’m seeing skin that’s exposed
light skinned-ded women
cautious, an addiction i suppose
i pray they don’t become the reason the doors close
14 years old, they had a grip on me
now its thoughts like, getting p-ssy and fame off of this mic
my bed will look right, making it up tonight
i was wet behind the ears
gumshoe confront fears
now it’s hard bottoms with wings on the tip
let it drip, for all the strippers that’s in here
spray ’em with some liquor
we young and we don’t care
it’s dark in here
got ice behind ears
her br–sts is wet with dom, she say cheers
mon cheri, she tied stems
mo’ money mo’ problems
mo’ temptation in here
feeling myself this year!

[hook]

[verse 3: troy b.]
i remember all the things they used called me
school was 5 days, i’d be in h-ll all week
high school is no breeze, ask j who knew me
higher learning ravaged and savaged my mind to climb trees
orange hairs and leaves
no adderral for me
a-d-h-d on tracks, calm please
something changed
if i could say, maturity
now, all the shorties checking for me
hustle consumes me, i’m on the come up
barely any money to eat
all i can think of is new shoes on my feet
my stomach, just love it, don’t argue with me
i’m stunting on n-ggas in the street, all week
a skinny n-gga who heavy
frank white to be
and ya’ll fools
you can’t teach cool
either you have it, or you figure the habits
these street n-ggas don’t know about patents
so, your style is my style
the longer you hate, then that’s the open for lappin’
who blow second is the first to yell jackin’
i’m black and i got the gene for flashin’
before i go, one of my quotes, for you i leave
everything must be s-xy
cordially
the young man that people say, he’s that n-gga to be!
times have changed from the suit and cane
to fitted jeans, tees, and caps that read obey

[verse 4: troy b.]
and i was thinking of something like
what?! say things never work out
not even in my mind
got money trees to climb
wilhelmina model girls to grind
ones that’s rare find
d cups
-ss that’s like an onion
when we cut, it’s so good, man a n-gga wanna cry
and this industry is hard
grandma tell me keep my faith in god
but know i’m thinking bout my arms crossed
5 pecenter stance
strong to the faith that if keep on my job
i’ll reap all the rewards
for sure, it can’t be much more than that
but now i’m going through it
and people is looking at me like i’m crazy or something
twist a cap and i just pour it in the music
i can be honest with myself
no need for fronting
women love him, but they confused and he suspecting that they judging
you know they talk
that’s why i keep a g walk
never let ’em see you weak
or anyone for that matter
express yourself, tell people how you feel
resolve the matter
if it work then, great
if not, f-ck it it’s fine
take life in pill form, one day at time
far from perfect
but stick with him soon you’ll see he’s worth it
i’m tired of broke
tired of losing hope
i’m tired of being tired
studio nights and day job reload
i can only take so much
my mind bout to explode
me fold? nah!
only money do that
i ain’t no thug n-gga, but to get mine i’ll bust caps
if you touch mine, then it’s gon be h-ll to pay
days of heaven, two 11’s
i’m on time and ya’ll late
chuck a coin in the well and pray

- troy b

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