TreyTwoTimes - Hold My Tongue Lyrics

Aye, no I can't hold my tongue, it's too much on my chest
If God protect my soul, this fye protect my flesh
I don't trip on hoes, them type of actions don't bring you no success
Nah, for real, I'm tellin' you now, this ain't no flex, I'm bout that check
Life ain't checkers, boy it's chess, pick your move and take your steps
Miss my nigga Sto, I swear for a whole year, I ain't get no rest
I'm still workin' hard, don't need no props, I know I try my best
Yeah, I count that paper up, aye make sure that shit correct
Okay, cool, I check his work and give him grade A like a test
I got two red things on side of me, they geeked like Johnny Test
And I wish my dog could talk to me, cause right now, boy, I need him
If your nigga need some head fake, you gon' hesitate to feed him
Hop out fresh as hell, I'm sharp as f*ck, plus I'm on point like a needle
Aye, I feel you, Kyrie, I ain't tryna get no vaccine either
You won't never catch me hatin', boy, that shit make me sick to my stomach
I done jumped all in my bag and ran my coins up like I'm Sonic
He ain't got no motion, hating on mines, I find that shit ironic
Said he f*ckin' with the kid, I ain't know you was tryna be no comic
I'm just tryna make a way, and you niggas in the way
Why you think I named my first tape havin' somethin' to say
Yeah, my life a open book, I hit the booth rip out a page
I got way too much to handle, I can't do no minimum wage
Aye get rich is all I think bout, shit been on my mind for days
I can't bite my tongue for nothin', I'm gon' speak got somethin' to say
No, I can't hold my tongue, it's too much on my chest
If God protect my soul, this fye protect my flesh
I don't trip on hoes, them type of actions don't bring you no success
Nah, for real, I'm tellin' you now, this ain't no flex, I'm bout that check
Ain't no question in my city, ask around, boy Two the hardest
Stop callin' me a rapper, bitch, address me as a artist
I ain't crashin' out for shit, boy, I'm too focused on my grind
EST, I feel like Gee, make sure that all my niggas shine
Bitch, I'm clocked in full time, no, I ain't talkin' bout nine to five
Country boy from out the way, he said he took out i-75
Geeked up cruisin' down out i-24, it's too much on my mind
Exotic dope, hallucinogenic, talkin' bout guala, I got plenty
Damn, I can't believe you gon' think to myself, I just don't get it
Deal with this shit on my own, cause I'm the only one who get it
Aye, twenty hunnids, fifties, Aye, stack em' to the ceiling
Aye, yeah, just let me know, shit, don't be scared, that's how you feelin
Jason Voorhees, in the trap, boy, just this week, I made a killin
I don't understand these niggas, they see yo swag, Pittsburgh, they try and steal it
Grown ass man, I handle business, I said that shit, I really meant it
No, I can't hold my tongue, it's too much on my chest
If God protect my soul, this fye protect my flesh
I don't trip on hoes, them type of actions don't bring you no success
Nah, for real, I'm tellin' you now, this ain't no flex, I'm bout that check