Lyrics:
ain't no punk
Dougie D so thoed, and they already know
The Trae and the J Z-Ro, by bo
Got a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun
I got a king folk
Yo Boss
Hey turn them headphones up for me my nigga
Trae the Truth
Young Chill told myself I wasn't gon
Get back in that zone mayn
It's like this
spitt shit that'll make you think
Puttin myself at a higher rank
Ain't tryna make my soul sink
Shit gotta defeat the whole purpose
Bein surrounded by
never the less on my jock
Devastated by the knock I got
In a trunk with a fallen top
I'm a playa, nominated for G of the Year
With rocks in my ear
Wood
knock the hustle ba-by
[Cassidy (Mary J.)]
I stay with the trae pound, I ain't playin' around
I got my gat at all times, that's the bottom line (Cause
like I'm UGK
Asshole by nature like my name was Trae
And I don't gang-bang, I patrol the game
And what I'm representing here is putting holes in
that paid the cost
I really don't give a damn
'Cause I ain't the one who's gonna take the loss
Trae so hood bitch I am the truth
I get paid bein
there ain't no love no love
Ro and trae asshole by nature no doubt
Motherf**kers can you stand the rain
We gone shut your block down
Tell me nikka
there ain't no love no love
Ro and trae asshole by nature no doubt
Motherf**kers can you stand the rain
We gone shut your block down
Tell me nikka
Yeeeeah
[Hook :x 2]
In the ghetto, I'm living in a ghetto world
In the ghetto (in the ghetto), it's a struggle but I gotta maintain
[Trae
the block
I'm in the hundred, Trae in the six, Doug in a drop
Letting it up letting it down, hauling the tops
Two pigeons on the dashboard, snub in
Laughing and pointing at a nigga, trying to ruin my fun
For using the millennium, or money by the ton
You niggaz ain't help me get it, I did it with no one
The street it fucking me up
Cause they fam with the wrath of Trae
And every time I spit it out for the hood
I be repping the squad
And let 'em know that I be
Let's give them something to talk about
This the streets, this Trae Tha Truth
Houston what they do? DJ Khaled
Dade County 305, We The Best Music up
beat
Call yo friends around, then call the police!
Im ridin' wit my flow, it take up four seats
So I'm gon ghost ride, but with no sheets
One man by
up there, the covenant
Pistol right by my side, contemplate dumpin' it
Only if a demon try schemin' or touchin' me
Ooh, yeah, big drip on me
Don't
Ain't nobody changing us
Now you can not hang wit us
Don't know them niggas they ain't wit us
Ain't from where I'm from not
The same as us
3 Trae Tha
Aw yeah, ha ha ha ha
South West Alief Texas not born but raised
I was kicking it in the west
But mostly down in the trae
Or maybe Montrose for
ain't no punk
Dougie D so thoed, and they already know
The Trae and the J Z-Ro, by bo
Got a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun
I got a king folk
[Trae]
I'm a asshole nigga, and I'm running the pack
I advise that you clear the set, cause I'm about to attack
It's been a lot of niggaz hating,
[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 that I go,
no to anybody
I ain't never, had a friend like him
I'm feeling vacated by destiny, wish I was in the wind like him
He took me to the Kappa for
None of these people my homie
I ain't lackin' by my lonely
Na na, nah
Go like
None of these people my motherfucking homie
None of these people my
I'll settle for a brick
And if I call you a friend, I die for ya
That's even if we don't communicate on Facebook
Man I was raised in the trenches by
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