dump, showing a nigga Lil' Trae don't play Blue over grey with a K, fin to make your day Breaking the mic, since my reputwa Like niggas at Cornbread
us change Still warm my niggas sleep dog, stessle and stank My girl Dee Dee, they got me pourin out my drank It's fucked up, all my friends is dead or
place ima continue stuntin My ice tha shit im probably at a hundred stacks, and runnin I guess Im fly cuz my doors in da air and my trunk is hummin Im still movin slow, my
with my niggaz, for a long time But they gotta give it to me, cause they know I wouldn't drop Same nigga, with the flow Same nigga that'll spin a nigga
Me, Beg My Pardon I'm Barely Parkin' But My Lights Are Sparkin' Duckin' In Vomit, Vomit In My Leather Nintendo Is Marga-nous I'm Full Of Them Pills I'm Still
wood Got my diamonds looking good and my hand on remote And I'm tucked in that buck while I float like a boat Looking clean like soap Diamond rope on my
Then I Look The Other Way Make My Slab Sway Down Here Thats How We Play Ridin Down Mlk Chuckin Dueces To That Trae (Where U At Trae) Niggas On The Grind
told 'em it was a wrap Now my life ain't my life no more, I told you, nigga, it's a wrap Oooh, you claim you a dog, my nigga, I'm the vet We can't even
ll wrap the beef up for ya like a tortilla nigga [Verse 6 - Chamillionaire - imitating Big Moe] Hey, naw, naw, just tryin them doors is on swangs Still
I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss It's Paul Wall, still representing Swishahouse I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no hater
still screwed up Trunk flexin like its bout to beat a dude up Fu-k the world I swear they fu-kin my mood up And the recession the people f-cking my food
m breaking bread with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss It's Paul Wall, still representing Swishahouse I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no hater
kill ya family Pussy nigga ain't gon' win, bitch do you overstand me? [Hook] [Trae:] Everybody actin like they ballin in this bitch Until a nigga get
(feat. Trae & P.O.P.) [Hook:] M16, I'm reloading my magazine And I will murder, ever bumber clot run Keep my hand, on my gun whoa [Trae:] I don't think
to cry when my friends died, but then I realized I'm the one, who's still facing hard times I recall, fiending for my last breath Cause I was struggling, and still
love of my name is on, they can't get in my shoes at all I'm still hood with it still gangsta, still the Truth up in these streets And still all by my
Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm saying All my partnas, all your dead partnas But shit, I still feel stress, still gotta get something Off my chest, while these hoe niggas
of 10 it don't miss my nigga Damn, I hope this state of mind'll never leave again I wanna see my nigga Screw get to breathe again And wanna see Dinky