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[Trae] I know you haters better run, |
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I'm coming for you |
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And everyday a nigga repping, and riding for |
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Screw I was keeping it in my chest, now |
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I'm getting it out |
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I know you spectators in the game, better close your mouth |
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I got a lot of my time invested, up in this game |
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It's S.U.C. till |
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I'm dead, ain't no need to explain |
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I'm in the |
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Maab with guerillas, and we coming in packs |
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The only friends we got deep, and coming with black gats |
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So niggaz'd back back, |
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I'm a man dude with a attitude |
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And I'm too quick to click, |
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Lil' Trae is a damn fool |
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In my zone leave me alone, |
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I ain't trying to be fucked with |
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Everything that |
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I got, is everything that |
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I wanna roll with |
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Me and me and myself, you niggaz bad for my health |
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Now I'm pumped up like |
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Superman, with a uppercut to be felt |
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I ain't playing with what |
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I'm saying, you cats better start praying |
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For Deebo commits to spraying, and everybody be staying [Hook] |
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Why, these fellas talking down |
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Don't they know, why we'll ride |
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And make somebody slide, beware |
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Why, these fellas talking down |
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Don't they know, why we'll ride |
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And make these bustsas hot, beware [Bun B] |
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I'm chilling in my 1's, chopping game on my celly |
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My iced out cross, hanging down to my belly |
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Got your lil mama, butt naked shake her jelly |
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I'ma put her on a tape, and play it back on the telly |
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Boys hate to love the street show, when we showing up |
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I give me back the same middle finger, they be throwing up |
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They can't afford the pints, by the case that we po'ing up |
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Young in the game, it's time to start growing up |
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Get you some hustle, get you some grind |
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Show me some muscle, show me some shine |
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Fuck trying to crime, off another nigga name |
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It's just a matter of time, 'fore |
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I run you out the game |
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Because I can't believe the nerve, of these hoes |
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Trying to use my nigga |
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Pimp name, for benefit shows |
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Fin to start kicking in do's, with the macks |
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Trying to let that shit pass, now |
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I'm coming for your ass fool [Hook] [Trae] |
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It's the return of the mad rapper, industry nigga subtracter |
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That be greed up in the fists, that be clinched like a black panther |
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I'm sick and tired of you fakers, that try to twist up the game |
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So now you gotta see me, like the 84's that |
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I swang My glock |
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I cock and |
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I aim, my name you fin to respect it |
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You let me off in your world, then |
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I swear to |
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God I'ma wreck it |
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You must of thought |
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I forgot about you, acting sue a crowd'll watch you |
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I gotta get that up out you, your people gon be without you |
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On top of that, niggaz be using my homie name |
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Saying the |
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Screwed Up |
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Click, so they can get them a little change |
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Hopping from dick to dick, and |
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I ain't even gon say no name |
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I feel like |
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I wanna click, so now you gon feel my pain |
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I'm Trae, and |
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I ain't bar nan nigga in this drama |
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Or mama, I weave and |
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I swang sending em through a trauma |
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They tell me to let em make it, but really |
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I ain't the one |
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Them bitches did it, so now they gotta see me when |
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I come [Z-Ro] |
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Where the real niggaz at, cause |
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I can't find none |
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Everybody be talking shit, when they be packing they guns |
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Quick to shoot a motherfucker, to keep they face from sweating |
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But when the laws come to bang one, snitching and telling |
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Be these ol' buster ass niggaz, killing all in they music |
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Showing a four pound around town, but never gon use it |
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I'm registered by my gangsta, you barely touching me |
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G Now feel you got the edasity, to come and see me |
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Fuck it whoever wanna get some, can come and get dropped |
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I'm a grown man |
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I don't get people sued, |
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I get people shot |
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If you ain't shot, |
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I wonder who gon be standing behind the trigga |
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Z-Ro the Crooked, cause ain't no love for none of these niggaz |
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Straight Profit to |
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Presidential, trying to scandalize my name |
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They can't sell records without me, that's a god damn shame |
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I ain't to blame, why these niggaz ain't selling and losing weight |
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But I'm to blame, when |
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I go off and get the bruising they face [Hook] (Z-Ro) |
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Make a nigga hot, yeeeah |
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Why you wanna hate me, |
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S.U.C. You niggaz can't be meeee |
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My nigga T- |
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R-A-E And that's the way it's gonna be |
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Until a motherfucker take me |
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Me, and the |
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M double A- |
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B We gon be thugging |
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Until we see you niggaz to see [talking] |
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Straight up, it's my cousin |
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Trae nigga |
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These bitch ass niggaz can't fuck with you [Hook] |
