say whatever you want But don't fake, don't front naw Cause it ain't hard to get touched, to get roughed up To get fucked up, y'all [Trae] Lately I've
long America has been separate and not equal We don't need a sequel of four more years America is crying we don't need no more tears We need real ideas
get burned I done paid my dues daddy, so you wait your turn And my mind up on my money, I don't know bout yours And I'm still riding, sliding cocked up Don't
up and let's see [Trae] I'm taking it to another level, talking down on Trae You must don't know about the way, these young niggas don't play I'm a
And deep inside, I knew the streets would never let us out I don't want no plex, but if you did then I would blast your mind I don't want no cell, but
you cats don't be fucking with us It'd be best to be sticking on hunts Before that glock 4 ready to bust Lil' Trae the young gun Keeping these fake niggas
cuts from diamonds, in my pinky ring And I really don't give a damn, really don't give a fuck Bitch, you think I'ma play Cause I really don't like, anybody
boys I'm really, fin to wet these boys The voice in my head, say don't go FED Better charge that there, and don't sweat them boys Don't let them boys
double A-B I might pick up the glock and let off some shots You don't really wanna be around me, son of a bitch don't you test these G's It ain't a thing
before you start We got guerillas ready to mob, and mask up after dark So get on your mark, you ain't seldom ready we gone You don't want drama, then don't
(feat. Cl'Che, Peaches) [Trae] Well it be too many fake people Claiming that they, be down with us But it's too many people, that we can't see Everywhere
don't wanna be shife All of my life, feel like I was stabbed in the back with a knife So all of my so called friends, better check yourself Don't approach
Everybody that turned on us, its like that they don't know no better Thought it was love but I can't tell, cause it ain't getting better How the fuck
don't wanna kill but if it come down to it, then I'ma blast on contact Then I'll make em fall flat, you don't wanna see that Please believe me, pain and
(feat. Big T) [Hook: Big T] Fuck y'all, I'm staying on my job Its the Big T, putting it down with the Maab Fuck y'all, I know you gon hate For the ones
Seems to be that y'all just don't understand, all the bullshit we been through Don't get no love from the radio stations, cause the down South just don't
't expecting it, but look here feel this [Hook:] I don't give a damn, with what you haters say I don't care about you, anyway And I don't wanna, make
