Lyrics:
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
gotta make it last
We gotta make it last
As I embark on life's journey from the point where I'm at
Piece to everyone I know and who I go way back with
Trae, mayne
Man, I'm feelin' so H Town right now
My nigga this big ass white ass cup
You know what I mean?
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Pop-Pop my trunk yep, yep, yep, yep (x4)
Verse 1 (Trae)
I'ma swang I'm a swanger slab lean to the left
Pop my trunk and show what I'm about so Houston,
me sigue bendiciendo
Y yo siento que soy elegido
I'm the chosen one
You could ask about me
Can't nobody say I be folding up
Damn it feels so good to go
back, I'm a man dude with a attitude
And I'm too quick to click, Lil' Trae is a damn fool
In my zone leave me alone, I ain't trying to be fucked with
up or maybe they feeling the pressure?
But you could tell, by the fever that runs on their face that's truth
They were never ready
They were never
No thug life
But i've been fighting like a gangstar
But i've been fighting like a
But i've been fighting like a
Life is a bitch fucking mans made
when I pass on by
I'm a B-E T, and a Southwest thug
Beat down the block, and banging on dubs
Scrubs, back back give me fifty
Cause wanna be thugs, don't
tinted, artillery when I'm in it
Whip it in the kitchen before Hillary became a Clinton
Assholes by nature, cash flow was major
In the old school, or M
Trae but a young nigga ball like the lakers
Real name Isaiah but I go by MightyZay
Running up racks give a fuck what you say
I'm grinding ain't been
This is Nam, Land of the brave
Talk behind my back, i dont even really care thats your place its fact
dont disturb, im busy counting statch from my
gotta keep it
Death is the only thing that can snatch it
Yeah, much money and so many studios
I'm glad and thank Jesus I ain't surronded by hoes, yeah
Yeah it's that T, you know I'm tal'n bout
In this bitch, for that boy Trae b day
It's going down, know I'm saying
Happy b day boy, Pee Weezy off
time
Doing it like a star plus it's certified
By the way that I tip my car
Screw done told me back in the gap
That half these bitches wasn't shit
So I'm
tengo
Tu me hace falta"
I ju - I just want you by my side
I can't get you off my mind
I think bout you all the time
Feels like I'm hypnotized
Look me in
go
Nine millimeter and I ain't taking no photos
Only thing I'm taking is these souls hoe
Trae tha fucking killa hoe!
Yea that's what they been waiting
On the real, it's going down
Fucking with us, you'll be laying it down
[Trae]
I'm finna to make you feel my wrath
Fucking guerilla niggaz, living
take that ride
[Verse 1: Trae]
Look here lil'momma I'm gangsta
Prolly nothin like you done delt with on the day to day
Some say that I'm a star, but in
take that ride
[Verse 1: Trae]
Look here lil'momma I'm gangsta
Prolly nothin like you done delt with on the day to day
Some say that I'm a star, but in
take that ride
[Verse 1: Trae]
Look here lil'momma I'm gangsta
Prolly nothin like you done delt with on the day to day
Some say that I'm a star, but in
wrote this song, to let you know I'm down
I know you know I'm down, I know you know I'll ride for you
[Trae]
I just thought that I'd clear my mind,
real shit
Real life Trae haha, Asshole By Nature nigga
Listen, talk to em from the hood nigga
I know they hating on us
But the streets is anxious
They
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