CMC Troy - The X Lyrics

Bittersweet right on the beat
Bittersweet right on my feet
Tried to let go of my focus
Composing the B Symphony

You gon give me my respect
B Fresh and NIKE a check
Momma she know I'm the best,Birthed me a star, I'm on mark with the X

Bittersweet right on the beat
Bittersweet right on my feet
Tried to let go of my focus
Composing the B Symphony

You gon give me my respect
B Fresh and NIKE a check
Momma she know I'm the best

Birthed me a star, I'm a mark on the the X

I got the S on my chest
You gotta die for respect
I'm getting mine when I step
That's no disrespect to the dead

I'm prolly the reason, I killed em
And stay on the move like a pilgrim
You know Marty Mart love the kids
And Papi a model for children

Call up the spot for the healing
Villains don't win but I'm winning
Run up the power in Benjamins
Playing the game like a instrument

You say you bout it, I doubt it
I'm checking your records for evidence, settling
We just agree, disagree, when you talk I don't hear but we making a settlement

Not better than you I'm better than
All of the faking you measuring
Tell you a snake cause you rattling
Hopping the gate and the feds in there

Plotting on me don't make any sense
Leave executioners in a ditch
Didn't I tell you that life a miss
And she only budge if it's witnesses

Bittersweet right on the beat
Bittersweet right on my feet
Tried to let go of my focus
Composing the B Symphony

You gon give me my respect
B Fresh and NIKE a check
Momma she know I'm the best,Birthed me a star, I'm on mark with the X

Bittersweet right on the beat
Bittersweet right on my feet
Tried to let go of my focus
Composing the B Symphony

You gon give me my respect
B Fresh and NIKE a check
Momma she know I'm the best

Birthed me a star, I'm a mark on the the X

X marks the spot
They calling me crazy, just cause I done been through a lot
But I'm aiming right at the top

Troy I'm the Papi and no one can stop me
I'm running the streets of the city like Rocky
Mr Miyagi with wax in his sake
I had to go drip, put on Kamikazes
Making deposits, I rock it
Like Takeoff a rocket

Counting the cheese like I bought it
Calling me Steve like a Harvey or read how he started
I could turn into a martyr
And go ask my father who sent me
If I can restart it

I'd get the keys to the rari
Auction it off like a raffle and turn up the party
Been a OG Dolly Parton
But you don't question my roots so I'm begging your pardon

Begging me to get you started
Step up your game, you ain't lame and you sure ain't retarded
I'ma show you how we bargain
And get to the guala, I'm sorry
I played you Atari

Kept it a open apology
Keep it on the low, now you bother me
I'm back on the road like a Odyssey
If it's Bittersweet, must be a Symphony