74 Hours 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 kill 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]
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