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trey coachman – get at me كلمات اغاني

[intro verse: trey coachman]
yeah
i gotta dedicate this
i dedicate this to the people who said i’ll never make it
said i’ll never make it through
also those rappers eat me up like baby food
but i pulled through put on my shoes walk out that door
now i mentalize look in my favor for

[verse 1: trey coachman]
now i get applause for my flaws i was disapproved for
used words to cut minds as sharp as rams h-rns
st. louis and detroit i give props for
molding me into the person i am beginning at the core
adding in new jeans my parents couldn’t hand me down
vaguely i’m getting heard about in this little town
getting tough and stuck in the middle, getting my way out
like the end of king’s speech, i’m free, dang it feels great
everything got wiped off my plate
now i stand by waiting for my moment
take a swing and i’m out of the park
walking down mainstreet listening to a dude playing the sax
i play that, i can’t believe i almost quit
i don’t like to pick and choose
and i try to involve it all
receiving prank phone calls
stuff i gotta slide aside
can’t let those ideas change me
from all i’ve done, and let them erase me like the chicago fire
my mind is wired to admire like a king, sir
i’m still a writer and rapping somewhat the same
i’m not a sell out but i’m playing with a phoenix
my style might have changed a little
as much as i dot my i’s, t-tle

[verse 2: trey coachman]
get hype it’s time to show who’s going down first
hungry have a little thirst, worst will go down from the start
that will never be me i already made it that recognized
can’t be hypothesized, you think you’re hot
you’re about to be winterized
hide inside little boys this is grown insane man play
and you might get hurt, it’s our sport
yeah we do it everyday
m-ss destruction, nothing will function after my tracks
snap like that, i can revive it
but i gotta show imma boss
for the second and last time
shouldn’t be questioned
no affection for these guys in pain still laughing at my face
i pour salt on their wounds and walk away i really don’t want to
i don’t k!ll, i injure so at least two people are out
one person trying to help his -ss out
that ain’t me, i speak the truth, and a little more like mandela
i’ll tell ya extra words of wisdom but always truth is first
maybe cold hearted but always open minded
i always collided items to the table
what you have to bring something fable?
listen to this, fear is what you make it
i’m making this worse than hades
i’ll take your lady
the difference is sighted
your irrelevant and intolerant
to this game of music you’re useless
i actually believe in my actions and i can achieve
your p-ss poor thinking you’re actually gonna hit like mainstream, really?

[verse 3: trey coachman]
yeah go ahead, i’m open take your shots
wait i made you stop your chance and your chops
valentine days, know what that means
al capone style romance
cutting you with bars that you can’t beat
why do you act so hard when we all know you so weak
postal service is like you in a way
hurting, not working, so yeah an average day
well this about to be amazing ‘cause i p-ssed the castle walls
if i call you troy, you’re going down, like the impressive fall
the bigger they are, the harder they drop
but for me it’s unknown, inceptions spinning top
going to the end, lifes heartbeat gonna be k!lled by the hands of the clock
like the single day i’ve been released
this in my r i t e
deep message within the soul
risk taker, i’m going for hot not cold
the rent has been sent
to demolish these people’s dreams
not just left bl–dy period
end of one thought, gone to another
don’t come clean ‘cause i’m a dirty boy
stence of victory came a long enjoy
sow tears into greatness i haven’t yet seen
environmentally hazardous, i may be green
i’m expected to sweat out of terror and torment
never haven’t happened yet, here take a breathe
all i need it truth and honest to be collected
officially destroyed i’m gone in seconds

- trey coachman

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