Free Base - Troy Ave

Condo Living

Big House Dreams

Everything I rap about, is what it seems

Word to my spleen, niggas need that

Word to every fiend, niggas need crack

Im a hustlers Hustler, supplying the spots

Bricks In My Backpack, I’m buying the blocks

And my attitude is like my car tops, roofless

Bite my hand, I’ll pistol whip until you toothless

Then I’m gon squeeze, cause niggas be coming back

And I don’t like the feeling of looking over my back

Spark police intrest or let my gun spark, «blah blah»

Now im chillin like a summertime park

Wit my big chain swanging, pushers all behind me

Finish wit the work out

Ballings where you’ll find me, off the court

God forbid, I’m ever caught

It’ll be a drought, dealers taking off

Heliport, chopper for the lessons taught

Procter wit a metal fork

My residue is more than these frontin niggas ever bought

Believe me, the Hottest nigga in the streets

Go and ask the public

Niggas won’t play me on the radio, fuck it

I don’t expect to hear real shit from fake niggas

Who be putting on they man wack shit and dating niggas

I don’t need rap, I got a digital scale

Triple A’s and some sandwich bags, all is well

Except my flow sicker then a man that’s frail

Wit all this weak shit, I should’ve had a chance to fail

Still I prevail, off the grams I sell

Living fly, hope to god I don’t land in jail

I earn harder then Dale

Turning hard from the yayo

Fast cars, fast money, faster bitches than Gayle -- Deavers

Most of em bad bitches, some swear they divas

I even got a ugly bitch who suck a good peter

Fuck PETA, my furs drag, I puff reefa

Off the ground, into the sky, I will leave ya

The real reaper, get ya chain stuck up

Too many fake real niggas got the game fucked up

I yelling fuck them other niggas

Cause I’m down for my niggas

6 deep, 6 heats, 6 fingers pulling triggers

The devil is a liar, your numbers are too

30 strong but 29 pussy out the crew

This what Ima do, get a package bus it open

Put it on my tongue, drop a ounce

See the bounce, can’t believe the numb

Feeling like it’s time, I need to make a power move

Heading outta town with the birds, I call it powder moves

Do my thang, do my thang, I do my fukin thang

Give a shit about the fame

Money, money mayne

Look at all the pretty bitches wit a coke dealer

And look at all the silly bitches wit a broke nigga

Powderrrr!