Song: On The Radio
Artist: T.R.A.Y.
Album: Home 4 The First Time
Chorus:
I know you heard me on the radio, true
I bet you still won't play me doe, true
You listening to what yo girlfriends mention
If I was you, I wouldn't pay them no attention
He's ah, he's ah, he's a G
Tryna get paid everyday of the week
Hustlas respect the boy grizzy
Hatas just talk, real niggas fuck wit me
Verse 1:
Yo Tray gets paid ma, wipe off yo glasses
I school niggas like sophmore classes
We tryna get this music out to the masses
In other words, millionares, I am on they asses
So make way for the go-gettas I represent
Yo girlfriend is a golddigger for every cent
She like to be round dudes, just cuz they coppin jewels
Its no wonder she get treated like a prostitute
Yeah, and when its all said and done
I'll prolly be the one with my name on her tongue
Young...boy dumb full of cum
A horse reminds her of the way the boys hung
So don't trip thats what to be expected
She looking for a dad now, cuz she got neglected
I know it is what it is and I respect it
Meanwhile I dreamin on the mic, now check this
(Chorus)
Verse 2:
Tray wit a capital T, ma get at me
I know you heard I run the street like a track meet
You prolly know a few cats that wanna clap me
Tell em put they hands together the next time they dap me
Cuz I don't know what they take me as
Before I ever be broke I rape they ass
No homo, what I mean is take they cash
Make em feel like they just got fucked up they
So don't let the pretty boy face fool you
Thats my distraction to make sure I lose you
So when I use you and straight up abuse you
Its mutual, Im not the right type of dude for you
Hoes get pimped niggas, pimps get paid
Most niggas tricks still tryna get laid
Me, I got the lokes on sittin in the shade
Chillin like a villain while my song gettin played like...
(Chorus)
Verse 3:
Yo check it, I talk like this cuz I'm reckless
Lames be all on my dick cuz I'm connected
And thats from the midwest all the way to Hollywood
When its time to eat I reach out like an octopus
I got my hands on everything moving
Squeezing real tight cuz I don't plan on losing
See me with the mic and my fans all grooving
Fiending all night, God damn I'm the truth man
Locally accepted, globally respected
The flow shine brighter than a hundred karat necklace
So when yo friends start talking bout my next hit
Tell em call the radio station and request it
Tray a number one hit maker
Plus his whole team be balling like the Lakers
Five on the shot clock, never got a shot blocked
Three seconds left till I'm standing on the top spot
(Chorus)
Artist: T.R.A.Y.
Album: Home 4 The First Time
Chorus:
I know you heard me on the radio, true
I bet you still won't play me doe, true
You listening to what yo girlfriends mention
If I was you, I wouldn't pay them no attention
He's ah, he's ah, he's a G
Tryna get paid everyday of the week
Hustlas respect the boy grizzy
Hatas just talk, real niggas fuck wit me
Verse 1:
Yo Tray gets paid ma, wipe off yo glasses
I school niggas like sophmore classes
We tryna get this music out to the masses
In other words, millionares, I am on they asses
So make way for the go-gettas I represent
Yo girlfriend is a golddigger for every cent
She like to be round dudes, just cuz they coppin jewels
Its no wonder she get treated like a prostitute
Yeah, and when its all said and done
I'll prolly be the one with my name on her tongue
Young...boy dumb full of cum
A horse reminds her of the way the boys hung
So don't trip thats what to be expected
She looking for a dad now, cuz she got neglected
I know it is what it is and I respect it
Meanwhile I dreamin on the mic, now check this
(Chorus)
Verse 2:
Tray wit a capital T, ma get at me
I know you heard I run the street like a track meet
You prolly know a few cats that wanna clap me
Tell em put they hands together the next time they dap me
Cuz I don't know what they take me as
Before I ever be broke I rape they ass
No homo, what I mean is take they cash
Make em feel like they just got fucked up they
So don't let the pretty boy face fool you
Thats my distraction to make sure I lose you
So when I use you and straight up abuse you
Its mutual, Im not the right type of dude for you
Hoes get pimped niggas, pimps get paid
Most niggas tricks still tryna get laid
Me, I got the lokes on sittin in the shade
Chillin like a villain while my song gettin played like...
(Chorus)
Verse 3:
Yo check it, I talk like this cuz I'm reckless
Lames be all on my dick cuz I'm connected
And thats from the midwest all the way to Hollywood
When its time to eat I reach out like an octopus
I got my hands on everything moving
Squeezing real tight cuz I don't plan on losing
See me with the mic and my fans all grooving
Fiending all night, God damn I'm the truth man
Locally accepted, globally respected
The flow shine brighter than a hundred karat necklace
So when yo friends start talking bout my next hit
Tell em call the radio station and request it
Tray a number one hit maker
Plus his whole team be balling like the Lakers
Five on the shot clock, never got a shot blocked
Three seconds left till I'm standing on the top spot
(Chorus)
