Restore The Feeling Songtext
von Troy Ave
Restore The Feeling Songtext
We got five minutes ′til halftime
You know your thumb start hurting that's when
You gotta plug in the money machine, you feel me
We are not the same, I know you can′t relate
God is great, my paper straight
It is not a game
You play with me, man I'm spraying at your brains
Since I was 15 I valued money over fame
Cost me 50 thousand to bust down my chain
It is not a game
Bitch I might not ever never be them niggas that you hang with
I talk money and y'all niggas speak a different language
I′m ′bout that money and y'all be on some shit that I don′t understand
I been in the streets since I was a teenager
Gold, and I swapped the green laces
Had to match my money, niggas canceled, they hate it
It's a rich nigga trial, said they mad they ain′t make it
Made some enemies when I made it out the hood
Made myself a millionaire and I always knew I would
Started with an 8 ball, I turned that bitch to an ounce
I ain't spend none of the profit ′til the quarter keeper's count
That's 250 grams, real fish, ain′t no sham
Turned the jacks to a fish fry then I scram
I should play for Notre Dame the way I ball, damn
Dope boy Troy got a Bentley and a Lamb
It is not a game
You play with me, man I′m spraying at your brains
Since I was 15 I valued money over fame
Cost me 50 thousand to bust down my chain
It is not a game
Bitch I might not ever never be them niggas that you hang with
I talk money and y'all niggas speak a different language
I′m 'bout that money and y′all be on some shit that I don't understand
It′s like you niggas speaking different languages
I call it handouts
I be like, "Yo can I have it? Ayo could you look out for me?
Could you borrow it? Ayo yo you just put it..." Handouts
I don't do handouts, you hear me?
My favorite word is no, got my money over blow
Then I went to do a show
You know your thumb start hurting that's when
You gotta plug in the money machine, you feel me
We are not the same, I know you can′t relate
God is great, my paper straight
It is not a game
You play with me, man I'm spraying at your brains
Since I was 15 I valued money over fame
Cost me 50 thousand to bust down my chain
It is not a game
Bitch I might not ever never be them niggas that you hang with
I talk money and y'all niggas speak a different language
I′m ′bout that money and y'all be on some shit that I don′t understand
I been in the streets since I was a teenager
Gold, and I swapped the green laces
Had to match my money, niggas canceled, they hate it
It's a rich nigga trial, said they mad they ain′t make it
Made some enemies when I made it out the hood
Made myself a millionaire and I always knew I would
Started with an 8 ball, I turned that bitch to an ounce
I ain't spend none of the profit ′til the quarter keeper's count
That's 250 grams, real fish, ain′t no sham
Turned the jacks to a fish fry then I scram
I should play for Notre Dame the way I ball, damn
Dope boy Troy got a Bentley and a Lamb
It is not a game
You play with me, man I′m spraying at your brains
Since I was 15 I valued money over fame
Cost me 50 thousand to bust down my chain
It is not a game
Bitch I might not ever never be them niggas that you hang with
I talk money and y'all niggas speak a different language
I′m 'bout that money and y′all be on some shit that I don't understand
It′s like you niggas speaking different languages
I call it handouts
I be like, "Yo can I have it? Ayo could you look out for me?
Could you borrow it? Ayo yo you just put it..." Handouts
I don't do handouts, you hear me?
My favorite word is no, got my money over blow
Then I went to do a show
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