stay in and fight and these streets ain't my home and these niggaz are so wrong I want so much more before I reach the other side [Trae] I got my mug
stand the rain Taking penitentiary chances, moving grams of caine I snatch your chain, run in your house and grab them thangs Hit the block like Ro and Trae, with them slabs of bang Stay
was given was pain, that I could spit over beats So guerilla on his last leg, watching time fly by Over and over and deep inside, forever wonder why Trae
type dude from the guerillas on top, and hogging the lane Dubs up to them hatas, watching me doing my thang [Hook] [Trae] The Most Valuable Playa, block bender Trae
(feat. Slim Thug & Trae) [Chorus:] We hear em talking dine But we still On the grind Crawlin' slow Tippin' dine But we do it for h-town We back up on
I'm ready) Even if I lose it all get what's inside the trunk can fly And I bet they remember me one of the only ones who self made (Trae) And tell em
(feat. Trae, Will-Lean & Black Al Kapone) (*talking*) Yeah, you'll never take a nigga like me alive nigga I'm a soldier nigga, I ain't the type of nigga
[feat. Wycelf Jean] [Trae - Talking / Wycelf Jean - sings in background:] (Tell them the truth, the truth) I had too You know as I sit here Just me and
out that whine But don't waste it on my new shoestrings, bitch I bang My bold laces, match the same color of my flag that hangs (damn) I stay G to the
s the nigga Ro, and I stay on dro Gotta have a crease, in my motherfucking clothes Standing on the stage, rock a crucified show Holla at the Trae, holla
get it, brrrr, Birdman? Christina Milian she ain't got her man And I don't have no dreams either, I'm workin' Surfin' the earth and tryna stay urban You
nothing but purple stuff Got a purple potent fo', poured in the peach crush It's going down All my niggaz and my bitches, stay fly Get crunk, get bucked
you down like support beams do Stay fly in the dress, ma, neat pair of shoes Rendesvous, probably take a cruise The SL and G-5, you see the view I'm fly
Boy you know what this is, we done came a long way from being kids From playing cops and robbers up in the hood, to rolling a candy coated Benz We just so fly
be no trick Gold digging bitches, make me sick And ain't nobody around me, paying for the creases Split, and I speak for the whole click [Hook x2] [Trae] Stay