aka Triz Nathaniel

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

Mase, can you please stop smoking la la?

Puff, why try?  I'm a thug, I'ma die high
I be out in Jersey, puffin Hershey
Brothers ain't worthy to rock my derby
Though I'm never drugged, I'm the venom in the club, G
Though I know the thug be wantin to slug me
Could it be I move as smoove as Bugsy?
Or be at the bar with too much bubbly?
Yo I think it must be the girls want to lust me
Or is it simply the girls just love me
Brothers wanna: rock the Rolls, rock my clothes
Rock my ice, pull out Glocks, stop my life
I'm like, "Damn, how these niggaz got they trust?
Used to be my man, how you gonna plot on my wife?"
Do you think you snake me, cause they hate me?
Or he got his Ph.D; Player Hater's Degree.


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.