Viral Moment

TouchofTrent be willdin' with it

I poured a eight inside the Lamb' truck, fell asleep flyin'

I thought them **** had my back but I'm steady seein' signs

And I can't turn my back on Boona like I ain't see him tryin'

These tears shed whenever he dead, it's different seein' him dyin' (Baow!)

Get close up on 'em, you know that shit be graphic

You gotta pop out with that ratchet, you know this shit get tragic

And you can't fumble with that stick, you know this shit ain't Madden

All that shit you did in the streets, you know that shit don't vanish

Yeah, I pop these pills, they try to read my thoughts

And you can't dig back in your past 'cause you got time you lost

And make that time up for yo' kids 'cause you know time ain't bought

Booka bought me a diamond cross, but he know he won't cross me

They turned they back and they said they'd kill me, yeah, that's when they lost

I put baguetti inside the Cartier 'cause I'm feelin' bossy

They feel some type of way, in the county jail, I told 'em, "Call me"

I built a relationship with the real, with **** who never saw me

Yeah, I seen my chance and that's when I grabbed it

Fuck bein' a hunnid, I spent a couple hunnids on ****' tablets

Lean gave me chest pains, that's when I popped the Perky tablet

I tried to get that family vibe for **** who wasn't established

You do that shit again, what you did to bro gon' get you a casket

I did shit for **** without them askin'

I broke pounds for ****, without them matchin'

I don't fuck with you, I'ma tell y'all, "Nah" even though I got it

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

This shit was different, we was together like ten years ago

And I don't talk to a lot of ****, but they still the bros

The ones I ain't talk to like that back then know they still hoes

And some **** try to hide that hate, but that shit still shows

I never fucked on block hoes because I call 'em sisters

One hate me right now, as I speak, because I called her a hooker

Cut the loose ends, I cut 'em off, they try to say I'm a butcher

Bitch, you a rat now, man, I changed my life, I'm Muslim

I talked to Chops on FaceTime, he say, "Damn, you back smokin'"

He said that back door damn near closed, I say it's back open

I say these blocks can be back won, he say, "You back hopin'"

You gotta watch them **** you love 'cause they still backdoorin'

He ain't got no hope in beatin' his trial because he lost his motion

Bro got life, he don't know how pussy smell, that's why he fuck his lotion

I know some real **** who'll lose it all for a viral moment

My dreads swing, I feel like Wayne showed me my opponent

And I like talkin' to the streets like

When you say you the voice, you gotta, like, open up

Like, tell muhfuckas like what it is

Like, you can't hold nothin' back, you gotta relate to them

Relate to the poverty, you know'm sayin'?

Relate to the trenches (Yeah)

Notice that I can't be talkin' 'bout the Richard Mille all the time, know'm sayin'?

Some of the guys don't even know what the fuck a Richard Mille is

Know'm sayin'? You gotta relate

All angles, know'm sayin'?

The voice

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah