Tru Da Don - Intro (No Feelings)

Up to it
Down to it
Fuck those who don't do it, because we do it
So drink mutha fucka drink mutha fucka drink
Yeah Tru Da Don Entertainment nigga
Yeah Money Team Entertainment nigga
Dripping sauce out the rainforest jungle
Like Tarzan and them I'm coming out the jungle
Drinking DeLeon, blowing platinum sherbet not no ice cream fool
You already know what time it is
Money sick fire money mo problems sick dying slowly fire burning in here
Thats what they talking? Fuck what they talking huh
As you can get lost in the sauce
Fucking with Tru Da Don, Uma Boss
You already know where a nigga from
I don't got time for no fake shit, either you going ride or you can blast off infinity
This money been coming around, been running up a check thats around
Trying fight off this pain no stopping it
These feelings ain't no fucking reaching the ceiling
Ain't got no mutha fucking feelings my feelings chase money all the time baby
Like junkies on the girl baby
Checkmate on the World its Tru Da Don World
Born westside DTown
Raised westside Atlanta
My peoples ain't raised no killa
Try me nigga got damn Uma kill you
Niggas talking whole lot plot shit, fuck a plot going pull up on a nigga
You know you pussy thats why yo bitch left you
Now you in church acting like you Holly Holly
But in the streets serving that Holly Molly
Bitch God see all fugazi shit
Don't worry Geico can't save you bitch
Yeah its Tru Da Don to this rapping shit
Who would of thought a nigga got damn vibe like this?
We going back in time like Potter bitch
Ask yo bitch about me, she'll tell you that she do the shit
Cause she stay on Tru Da Don dick.
Money sick fire money mo problems sick dying slowly fire burning in here
Thats what they talking? Fuck what they talking huh
As you can get lost in the sauce
Fucking with Tru Da Don, Uma boss
You already know where a nigga from
I don't got time for no fake shit, either you going ride or you can blast off infinity
This money been coming around, been running up a check that around
Trying fight off this pain no stopping it
These feelings aint no fucking reaching the ceiling
Aint got no mutha fucking feelings my feelings chase money all the time baby
Like junkies on the girl baby
Checkmate on the world its Tru Da Don World
Its time to make a stand for all the kids in the world
No reason our kids the new KKK, Ya you dumb bitch, Kids Killin Kids
Our parents burying they own fucking kids
Shit so backwards, shit, look at all these little's court, in the court
Playing that same ole fucking game shit, nigga got damn fucking mental illness
Yaa thats they mutha fucking phrase shit
Its so all catastrophic like Tiger Woods shooting
Yeah, fucking got damn missing all the shoots
But y'all said y'all some fucking shootas shit you mutha fucking fooled us
Lit up on the world with no mutha fucking hesitation, you already knew Tru Da Don be lit
Money sick fire money mo problems sick dying slowly fire burning in here
Thats what they talking? Fuck what they talking huh
As you can get lost in the sauce
Fucking with Tru Da Don Uma boss
You already know where a nigga from
I don't got time for no fake shit, either you going ride or you can blast off infinity
This money been coming around, been running up a check that around
Trying fight off this pain no stopping it, these feelings aint no fucking reaching the ceiling
Ain't got no mutha fucking feelings my feelings chase money all the time baby
Like junkies on the girl baby
Checkmate on the World its Tru Da Don World
Checkmate sniper on the roof, boom boom
Checkmate checkmate aint no fucking playing
When it comes to this paper aint no mutha fucking joke
My glock on always ready like Flocka on TTU you already know nigga
I can't hear nothing that you saying bitch you talking negative, money don't talk like that
Hello Hello, thats all a nigga know, I know I know
You wonder why I don't pick up my phone when you calling hoe
Bout to fucking move on hoe
Thats why I only need that head
If you aint talking bout that shit, then move on, thats why I'm ghost I'm ghost
Money sick fire money mo problems sick dying slowly fire burning in here
Thats what they talking?
Fuck what they talking huh
As you can get lost in the sauce
Fucking with Tru Da Don Uma boss
You already know where a nigga from
I don't got time for no fake shit, either you going ride or you can blast off infinity
This money been coming around, been running up a check that around
Trying fight off this pain no stopping it, these feelings aint no fucking reaching the ceiling
Aint got no mutha fucking feelings my feelings
Chase money all the time baby, like junkioes on the girl baby
Checkmate on the World its Tru Da Don World

Written by:
Donovan Bailey

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