On the real, fuck your opinion.
I made it this far, and you broke.
Troy Ave, “Classic Feel,” New York City: The Album, 2013
Niggas out here buyin’ hoes bags n’ shoes,
But couldn’t buy their kid a new coat for school?
Troy Ave, “My Grind,” New York City: The Album, 2013
I only drink Cristal, or Imperial Moet,
No more weak ass Rose, that’s why the game too sweet.
We don’t wear tight ass clothes, we don’t do down South beats,
That ain’t New York–I restore our identification,
‘Cause dick-riding never been a form of transportation.
Troy Ave, “Cigar Smoke,” New York City, 2013