Trayvon Rich Kidz

[Intro: Skooly]
Rest in Peace to Trayvon
You know, i feel like i Trayvon wit a bankroll
You understand what im sayin?
Im in the same world

[Verse 1: Skooly]
Got me feelin' like young nigga can't eat, can't sleep with out the metal on him
Got me feelin' like, that i needa pack a piece in the streets, cuz its relevant
Sorry sir we dont look alike
Sorry sir we dont feel alike
And i look like a killer right?
Dat mean u wanna kill me right?
Got damn, gotta hit em with the niqqa line
It's cuz im a niqqa right?
And young niqqa i ain't feelin' right
Could you imagine what they feelin' like
But you ain't even gotta worry bout da goon
Gotta worry bout the fool wih the tube
And i know my words limited
But with all do respect fuck Zimmerman!

[Chorus: Skooly]
Dats why im feelin' like
Young niqqa got his hoodie on, trayvon with bankroll
Trayvon with a bankroll on the low
Young niqqa can't hold what he know
Young niqqa can't roll to the store
Tell the court die slow on the low
Tell the court die slow when they gooo
FUCK EM!