Try Your Luck (Intro)

Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha
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 It's Trax season bruh
 Straight off the ripper
 Y'all hoes wanna diss, now I'ma show you a killer
 Soft ho, you can't stop my shine
 Pussy ho, you can't stop my grind
 I push the pen, you can't take what's mine
 I lead the pack, bitch, stay in line
 I'm on your ass and you can't take that
 You ain't mad at me, you mad at my glow up, ho, just say that
 Now let's get down to business
 Don't have no broke niggas at the top of your hit list
 Shifting gears on the dick
 Gotta stay in control of the stick
 The same hatin' hoes say, "Can I get a pic sis?"
 Well I'm the bogeyman, I got a treat for your trick bitch
 Yup, I'm at the top of the food chain
 I took off on you hoes and I started a new lane
 Yup, I got your man, he my boo thing
 EA Sports, bitch, it's all in the game
 You silly hoes really think y'all want fame
 Well it's tax season, I'm your mammy and I came to claim
 Stop makin' fake pages
 Fraud hoes always actin' like they me
 Stop makin' fake beef
 A bitch like me wanna take it to the streets (Hoo)
 I was regular, now I'm up
 From the top, lookin' down, look like you stuck
 I'm in my bag for real, bitch, run it up
 Loud online, real life, their tail be tucked, yeah
 Really wit' the shits, a real gangster bitch
 In the middle of the club like, "What's up?" (Ha)
 'Bout my dollars bitch, call me "Money Makin' Mitch"
 Think this a game? Tuhh, try your luck
 If you can't maintain, stay in your motherfuckin' lane
 Don't hate hate the player, hate the game, bitch
 I went from rags to riches, some friends done changed up
 Congrats to disses because I came up
 Got my hater blockers on, it's tunnel vision
 If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, better make your decision
 Let me clear this air, I can't see through the smoke
 Fame made me a savage, let me show you cutthroat
 A crowd full of whispers, a page full of comments
 But it don't phase me, it ain't makin' no commas
 I put the D in dividends, not the D in drama
 But if we gotta take it there, trust it's gon' be trauma
 Traumatizing for you
 You think you know my story but you ain't got a clue (Ah)
 I changed the game, I'm on the rise
 Try to go against me, boy, they know I'm the vibe
 Daddy up the road, see him when I'm 35
 Mama taught me how to hustle but had to fight to survive
 Speakin' of 35, that nigga brought me the plug
 How the gay boy on the block sellin' a purse full of drugs? (Ah)
 Yippie yah yo, yippie yah yah yay
 Snatchin' controllers from you niggas, I am not here to play
 (Santana think he all that)
 New whip, new waist, tell a hatin' ass ho she can fall back
 Bitch, I started this shit, better play your position
 Gotta respect the game, gotta respect the transition
 I'm still snatchin' your wigs, call me hair physician
 Million dollar deal, on a billion dollar mission
 Silly bitches want the beef while I'm stackin' that cheese
 Niggas beggin' me for mercy, talkin' 'bout, "Santana, please"
 I see the comments, don't play on my top
 I had my nuts on you hoes but now it's time to drop (Woo)
 Click your page, that shit say "Follow back"
 Respond to beef over beats, let me call up Tre Trax
 It's 2020, bitch
 This ain't no motherfuckin' game
 Real gangster bitch
 Really wit' the motherfuckin' shits
 And I don't do this shit for no motherfuckin' TV
 This right here, this real reality
 Yeah (Yeah), ha