Supa Hard Torch (Triple C) (Ft. AMEER & Styles P)

[Intro: Torch]
Torch
I ain't never been a petty nigga
I always did my shit on a larger scale
I supersize my orders
Maybach Music

[Verse 1: Torch]
Broken home, bab
Late 80's, [?]
Dreams I'd be a doctor, I kept the dream alive
No med school, slanging dimes, call that my cap and gown
Money bring jealousy, acting up, I back him down
Money stacking, all [?] coke
Purple heart money, supersize [?] rappers
I was supertrapping, [?] supercharge [?]
But I ain't give a fuck, I'm in and out the newest coupes
[?] play that
[?]
[?]
Blood and money never mix
[?] super rich
Shit, you know me
I was all in
Six months later, we all had a Benz
Nine months later, this nigga talking strange
A year later, me and blood don't talk the same
[?] together
Chilling together
Stunting on each other, [?]
From Gucci to L.V., [?]
[?] nigga, I'm not [?]
Money the rute of all evil, [?] people [?]
[?] bitches [?]
My mind stayed on it, never played
Only thing worse than the double cross, the tripple cross, that's the game