Trillion Cut (feat. Boldy James)

Charismatic, in love with them sweet aromatics (Opp pack)

Infatuated with Rolodexes, Audemars Piguets, Cartiers, and Pateks

It's hard to steer the traffic, stuck in the ghetto with fiends

Where selling dope was my only revenue stream

My double cup forever dirty (Pour it up), my hands never was clean

Me and G on Stockwell, filthy as Rockwell (Bruh, bruh)

Turn an eye on high fresh out a dry spell (Yeah)

Bop it twice, then drop it in a pot like some oxtail

Then you add the cold water with the ice cube (Skrrt)

Taxing niggas on the split, I want the high twos

Still sendin' off Gelatos and them OG's

Poppin' off 'bows of exotic for the low threes (Zaza)

Me and Holiday them kids with the dirty shoes (Holi')

Now its turnarounds in the tin with them thirty blues

'Fore I ever touched a beam, I was servin' food (Ayy)

Thousand grams of cut with morphine, that's my current mood

Ooh

Cut the product with fentanyl (Cut it)

Spray your block up and spit at you

Fuck all the ridicule

Spray and get rid of you

Ooh

Cut the product with fentanyl

Fuck all the ridicule

Spray your block up and spit at you

Uh, ooh

Niggas swear they can't be touched

'Til the jammy bust, fuck your lil' fantasy up

We was wearing Champion, but they never championed us

Outcast, I don't even give my family a hug

They say, "Home is where the heart is"

But where is your home when you heartless?

I'm just bein' whole-hearted

I need the AR with the shoulder harness on it (Uh)

Sorry I'm being cold hearted, all I know is to audit

It snowed at my apartment, the sofa was hard as a park bench

But even while starving, I wouldn't beg your pardon

Copped the new watch, I'm on suicide watch

A trillion cuts like I'm tryin' to die

Put you on ice, we don't let the drama slide (Nah)

Step on the product, electronic slide

We could never share a common bond (Never)

My pops had tracks in his arms from heroin

This is rap meets Gil Scott-Heron (Rap Heron)

Black Bugatti Veyron, the leather in the car was eggnog

The vest I wore was Kevlar (Woo)

The scarf was a gift from Pablo Escobar

These ain't no regular old bars, this a five star restaurant

Marci'