Trill Cut - Coming of Age Lyrics

Open my eyes taking my first breath
Blessed with a Smith Wes
My vocabulary tech
My mind just like the set
Flaw could never penetrate
Coming of age
Let the young Nigga ventilate
My past is so wicked
In the future I see ghosts
And my goals is on the other side
Of this long road
That's right I came from a broken home
Build me a throne of polished stone
And you haters bones
You gotta feel it it's Trill.

I see my goals in full sight
Open wings. I'm taking flight.
I know you see I'm getting right
And I'ma keep that shit 100
Even when you Niggas frontin
You can put it on my life
For my city Ima go hard
Until you motherf*ckers know us
I'm just coming of age
Living the life here go the day.

I need to tell you Niggas get away
Cause all that negative energy
Got me on a rage
Abusing this page
And I'm breaking from the stockade
Trying the lion you Niggas is dying out today
Survival Critical Nigga
These be the last days
So the paper I chase,
And I keep these hoes out my face
Flier than Stewards' maneuvering
Up thru the rat race
I'm Duncan Hines with the rock
You just Anita Bake
Aunt Jemima on the corner
I'm clocking what she make
You Niggas cake I get it
Coming of age no Jigga
Dog it get no Realer
When I look in the mirror
All I can see is that Nigga,
A reflection of Trilla
Monkeys get suited gorillas you dead
Leave you bloody red for that bread
So watch where you step
Leave more holes in you than a jersey
From Mitchell and Ness
Shawty I'm made for the stress
You barely a practice Test
I'm coming of age, the best
And won't settle for less

I see my goals in full sight
Open wings. I'm taking flight.
I know you see I'm getting right
And I'm a keep that shit 100
Even when you Negas frontin
You can put it on my life
For my city. Ima go hard
Until you motherf*ckers know us
I'm just coming of age
Living the life here, go with the day.

I need to tell you Niggas get away
I'm on my grind my Nigga
You wanna get some change?
I'm on my shit my Nigga
You should do the same
Don't f*ck with lames my Nigga
You gotta find your lane
You wanna ball with them Niggas
Well get in the game
I'm going hard for three
That's Young, Shizzle and Shine
You know Trill from the streets
That's why on every song
Nigga I'm going hard for thee
Young Niggas in the streets
Dying to the f*cking beat like damn
And y'all Niggas talking bullshit
I'm just out here grinding
Fresh up out the pulpit
Tryna kick you knowledge
Like this was the call of duty
I'm crazy with the Dooley
Please don't make me shoot it, no
Because the life that I know
Only take me down one road
And that ain't where I'm tryna go.
Gotta hit the hole like I'm EJ
When that Nigga played for the Colts
Taking it all the way
Trill come to settle the score bitch