Small Time

I started small time, dope game, cocaine

Pushing rocks on block, I'm never broke, man

I started small time, dope game, cocaine

Boy, don't test me, I'm getting tired of teaching lessons

Lil Troy, a superstar, chopping rocks on your block

Representing shortstop

Selling rocks, oh, see four point gold

Shortstop, double platinum, sold

Tell my momma, she don't have to work no more

I pay the bills by the flow from the studio

And I was out in the game by old players and G's

Hollering 50 G's, LPs to CDs

I started small time, dope game, cocaine

Saw ways to pull for me, I'll show 'em I'm a dope name

I started small time, dope game, cocaine

Boy, they're fucking with me, Troy man, I done told 'em

I started small time, dope game, cocaine

Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game

I started small time, dope game, cocaine

You try to school me you'll get served, with no regard

Uh-uh, excuse me, remember me?

And I be swaggin and baggin biggin and baggin with the E and G

And as for Yungstar, I've been in the game

I've learned the game, I've peeped the game, now I'm get a 50 a man

To rollin riches, the G is licksin, for a lil rotation

Don't need it for the placement

They call me Tyke ignition in a blizzard, Shortstop baby

They can't fade me, talking a Mercedes

That's how we ride, Southside, ****

How the fuck you figure? We some H-town 'bout it type ****

Leaving this bitch, sick, three piece pitch, hitting licks

Overseas, overseas, with bricks, trick

I started small time, dope game, cocaine

Boy, don't test me, I'm getting tired of teaching lessons

I started small time, dope game, cocaine

So motherfuck you and that bullshit you stressing

I started small time, dope game, cocaine

Try to talk light bulbs over the scoop

I started small time, dope game, cocaine

Boy, they're fucking with me, Troy man, I done told 'em

Peep game, peep game, straight 'caine

Feeling five and thirty-six, huh, I can't explain it, man

I never use the lower to blow the dope up, to be load up

The girls show the ass when I roll up

In Benzoes, five double-oh, you never knew

The  trunk fizzo, I carry it on the low-low

Like the cheese, from the F-E-D

So I'm back up on the streets, slinging G's

Over the years I stacked mo' G's than trees grow leaves

I've been in the industry since nine-three

My so-called dogs, haven't paid me no royalties

Lord please, Southside G's from fours to threes

Cook up ki's, watchin out for the enemies

They can't fuck with me, I'ma Christmas beast

Straight up G, cleaners keep me creased

Middle finger to police, Grim Reap meets to slay the beast

I started small time, dope game, cocaine

So mother fuck you and that bullshit you stressing

I started small time, dope game, cocaine

Shit ain't nothing but the money flow in this camp

I started small time, dope game, cocaine

So watch your back and prepare for the hit man

I started small time, dope game, cocaine

Pushing rocks on the block, I'm never, ever broke

Get your paper, watching out for them haters

Dressing up in gators, taking flights to Vegas

Rolling Navigators on the seven acres

I'm a money maker, dough baker, bitch breaker

Never ever be a faker, try to make a hit like Anita Baker

In the rap game, in the dope game, tryna make some hits, man

For sure, gotta let the people know how the game go

Shortstop, break a bitch and gotta let the world know

Who back with the tracks?

I guess I'm the junior mack

Hell yeah, I'm rolling 'llac, Shortstop paper stack