for new orleans and texas together I gotta kipe the other day from my homie on lock They beg me not to swtch up like rest look here Homie I'm not So every
my sunshine, and let's make it like old times We together, like A and B And I cannot see, you not being a part of me Love flows, through my arteries
one day at a time and keep both feet planted [Verse: Trae] I woke up seeing a blood feeling like coke out of my franchise greeter Barack Obama that it
em, them fos swang, ya saw crawlin Ha, money talks, if you not talkin, then stop callin [Verse 3: Chamillionaire - imitating Z-Ro] Try me just one time
, with my punch line rhyme Make a motherfucker rewind, and play it one mo' time I'm a street toner scholar, game I got a lot of Flipping through the city, with my chicken on my
can't you see What's troubling me [Trae] Get up out of my nightmare I gotta get up, out of my dreams Feeling the pains of hard times, and live in the
dies, a real thug never cry Big H.A.W.K and Trae, are made niggaz on the rise [Trae] You better believe that, I got behind effect everyday of my life
Believe me, you'll burn for the misbehaving And invading the hell, of my privacy Knocking me, gotta keep my mama my riches Ain't nan nigga, fin to stop the Trae
Like a jalepeno, baby girl hot let me rub the el gato We can get away from here, to my place running to my casa del llamo Just you and me girl, we smoking
pick a fight Cause my neck and wrist, bling bling You can hate me from over there long, as you don't invade my space If you invade my space, my fist
mean muggin Cussing all the time, when I pull out my calico opposition be falling down Like rain drops when the pain stops, you'll be over Shouldn't of removed the motherfucking chip on my
rhyme Run these streets when I grind, every verse every line [x2] [Trae] Its Trae the young thug, thugged out phenomenon No matter what a nigga say, I remain to be reassured My
my cheddar You see the title is overdue, but they deny me my throne I must be a foreigner to this place, this world is not my home [Hook] This world is not my
niggas want a piece, some want the pie Some niggas wanna skeet, me I want a lot I'm the same cat, crossed over by my change black [Hook x2] [Trae]
time, had a lot of shit up on my mind Had the right, to shut up in my rhymes To keep me sane all the time Had a block on my brain, thinking how could
to hit the fate When I'm baller lining, I'm be a bate Looking through my shit, watching yellow bones And its whether or not, they be creeping my car
trying, to live my life Why you hoes, be acting shife You always, wanna hate my grind I'm only trying, make shit right [Dougie D] Trying to regain my focus, my
