Final Four

Trae Tha Truth, Roc Marciano, Conway the Machine, Flee Lord, Mephux

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Trae Tha Truth

Frazier Othel Thompson (born July 3, 1980), better known by his stage name Trae tha Truth or simply Trae, is an American rapper from Houston, Texas. He is a part of the underground rap collective Screwed Up Click. Trae and Z-Ro, along with Dougie D, are the founding members of the group Guerilla Maab. more »


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Nah, nah, for real, man, for like
There was like twelve years of my life that
All I listened to was Infamous, Mobb Deep
And DJ Premier
LordMobb soldier on the front line
F*ck a punchline
It only take one time to play about mine
I mean
You could argue I'm a product of both
Shit, it only take one time to play about
(Lord Lord)

Yeah, we 'bout to go deep
(Huh) then deep cover
Multiply the team while keeping
The streets smothered (Brrrt)
F*ck what you heard, f*ck what you saying
Nigga, I don't hear nothing unless
It's about a payment (Woo)
Big herringbone and a ring full of diamonds
Plus thе joint of some girl
That came from a consignment (What?)
I got a trap in thе back
And one in the middle (One in the middle)
If it ain't about a dime then
They can slide for a nickel
(Let's get 'em) we the task force shakers
Getting cash off wavers
Only time you seeing me is
When I pass off paper (Woo)
White stretching, lounging with the killers
Learning life lessons wife stressing
Praying to God that no shots wet him (Brr)
Cold locker by the lake
Big chopper by the face
Watch the sunset slowly
No more watching out for Jakes (Nope)
I said I watch the sun
No more watching out for Jakes (Uh)

Runaway slaves with black feet
Patek Phillipes, the sneaks is a rack a piece
Sheesh, the Jag seats smell like hashish
Only people that had ease
Is rappers and athletes
Drug traffickers, fashion and lux
My fabrics you can't touch
My jackets had the sluts in a camel clutch
Uh (What?)
Pearl handle on the handgun (Handgun)
You hold the hammer like an amateur (Woo)
Before Grandma's cuts, sampling chunk
We ain't tamper with nothing so you
Could dance on the stuff (Dance, I said)
Shitting on a naysayer (Naysayer)
Player hater playing tastemaker
With basic flavor (Pff)
Frontin' like you got
Sophisticated tastebuds
You know it ain't safe for
Son if I taste blood (Uh)
My youngin' play with dust
Smokin' laced bud
Cocaine, take a bump and then spray you up

The Balenciaga rocker, Dior wearer
(Ayy, sit down, the f*ck?)
2022 two door Porsche steerer (Vroom)
Yeah, the illest of all eras
The nigga they all scared of
I sent 'em with pallbearers (Hah)
It's all a matter of time
The stars had to align (Huh?)
Dawg walking that time and all
That's on his mind
Is getting back on the streets
And resorting back to crime
I could get you clipped
Get my young boy a dime (Boom, boom, boom)
Every year in this shit is
Better than my last one (Uh, huh)
Niggas still tryna' catch up to my last one
(Ha ha ha)
I lapped them niggas twice, I passed 'em
I snap my fingers, another bag come
You still on your dick doing bad, huh? (Hah)
The mop come with attachments (Doo, doo, doo)
Niggas shot up my truck and
I ain't been relaxed since
(I ain't relaxing, nigga)
Niggas been getting whacked since
(What's good, homie?)
And we still ridin' 'round with the
MAC behind the black tints
(Talk to 'em, nigga)

Coming up out the gutter
All black, lil' bitch, i'm a knight
Certified when I'm stepping, kicks
Black, lil' bitch, they was Nikes
You don't want no problems how
I play with these guns
I drop a fifty on your top
I'm tryna play with these funds
I put your ass off in a
Box, it ain't no shock, i get you locked in
No room for conversation
Get you popped and we gon' box then
And I ain't talking gym the way
I get to pressing niggas
You need a blessing, listen
Listen how I get to stressing niggas
This blick gon' get to stretching
Niggas, this a message, nigga
Run 'em down, I get to
Catching niggas, ain't no question, nigga
In the field, I'm tryna play the turf
Show me what you're worth
Know this shit I'm gripping on is rubber
I ain't talking Nerf
This nigga saying he a problem, bitch
I'm something worse
When I slide, I'm tryna catch a body, bitch
I'm playing hearse
When I finish, they gon' meet the Lord
I ain't talking Flee that's on me, try me
I'ma get it poppin' like the bee

Blick gon' get to stretching
Niggas, this a message, nigga
Run 'em down, I get to
Catching niggas, ain't no question, nigga
Blick-blick gon' get to stretching
Niggas, this a message, nigga
Run 'em down, I get to
Catching niggas, ain't no question, nigga
Blick-blick gon' get to stretching
Niggas, this a message, nigga
Run 'em down, I get to
Catching niggas, ain't no question, nigga

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