aka Triz Nathaniel

80's baby.
NYC.
Born Yankee fan.
Music.
Hearts girlfriend; M. Jane.

THEY SHOOTIN!

nobody dying
somebody better put somebody body
on somebody iron
sometime soon
or somebody lyin
i ain’t buying that y’all shovelin
i ain’t duckin’ for nothin cousin
i’m too tall to act small, you liars..

grr, meeean!

lost some niggas some other niggas double crossed ‘em
tryna snatch my niggas back I blew a small fortune
wrestle with the work, we was like the four horsemen
Rick Flair with the flame, I’m motherfucking Gorgeous; woo!

Kitchen table - that’s where I honed my skills
Jaz made me believe the shit was real
Labels turned me down, couldn’t foresee
Clark sought me out, Dame believed
Primo laced me, Ski did too
“Reasonable Doubt” - classic, shoulda went triple

—momma loves me.

When I’m skatin through the city and I stop and kick it

Be the most asked question - how I got them digits?

I say I stay on my grind, never stop for bitches

Never talk like a mime, I gotta watch you snitches

The talk don’t match the leather

The swag don’t match the sweaters

And wolves don’t walk with shepherds

can’t believe they’re actually out.

can’t believe they’re actually out.