Trae tha Truth

Yeah, you must be a motherfucking fool
To think
We ain't staying on this underground shit
Trae the Truth nigga, Asshole By Nature
Slow Loud And motherfucking Bangin nigga
We bout to bring it
To your motherfucking ass
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That's what it is, that's what I represent
I'm in your motherfucking hood
Like the President

Mauri gators on my toes, so my kick game sick
You in anything less
You better put em up quick
See me balling through the hood
Like I hit another lick
I had to tell em I'm the truth
All the rest riding dick
Niggas better get they grown man on
Fucking with me if they see a nigga strut
It ain't nothing less than a G
See I roam around the block
Like I'm looking for a ho
Yeah I'm posted in the drop
On a nice amount of chrome
Boys got me wrong
I'm still king on the throne
Sponsored by the hood
So it's swangas when I roam
Sitting in my zone, with five on my waist
If they looking drop the top
So these haters see my face
I'm back with a bad attitude
Niggas be acting gay
I'm bout to put em on they pussy
For fucking with Mr trae
I should of signed with Dr dre
Cause I'm a AWA
A Asshole With a Attitude, bitch what you say
Jump up, boys'll get thrashed
Pop my trunk, when certified trash
On a nigga ass, I lean so fast
Fucking with the streets
You get broke like glass
Shit don't stop, I mob off top
Plus my lil' brother
Just hit the cell block
My mind half gone, I don't hit another zone
I advise motherfuckers, leave me alone
Flipping my slab, gripping my grain
Missing Big HAWK
So my trunk banging "Swang"
I do it for the hood, ain't shit gon change
Plus my wrist game, threw haters out of range
I use to be broke
Now they say I look strange
Prolly cause my do's flying up, like planes
Nigga, Lil' Trae don't play no games
I'm a P-IM-P, full speed through your dame
I'm loved by blue
And my niggas in the flame
These niggas better chill
I'm the Truth in the game
Leather cocaine, so you know it's white mayn
If you want me on a song
Get the price right mayn
Keep yelling my name
I'll put it on your brain
I'm the leader of the gang
Read the ABN chain

Yeah, boys got me fucked up mayn I got this
Matter fact, I ain't letting it go nowhere
This Trae the motherfucking Truth nigga
Lil' Boss

Slumping the corner in my coupe cocked
Going up the block
Got it soft to rock, plus my shit hot
One hop straight to the street top
Plus my beat knock
HPD's on a G's cock, nigga please stop
Got a ticket for throwing away a ticket
When they stopped me
Punching it is gold, on my old school Galoppi
Who gon block me
Watch for the paparazzi who gon pop me
I'm posted with my switchbox
Now who the fuck gon hop me
I try to keep it bread up
And handle niggas head up
They asked who put the slash in the block
Them niggas said us
I'm hopping out the black Lac again
Same black mack again
In the same, black backpack again
I'mma show ya, I'm a Hoover with a ruger
The hollow points I'm packing
Might slide right through ya
Maneuver the scene
I'm in a all black Cougar
Straight face up in court
Like a nigga never knew ya
Point blank to your face
Before you scream halleluya
Got the fever of the flavor
So a nigga gotta do ya
Coming through your window
Looking like McGyver to ya
Made plans for the mob
But it seems you dying sooner
So I stay's in your head
Kinda like a mind tumor
'Fore a nigga rip off
Like a out of line rumor
Bitch say she fucked Boss
But I never ran through ya bitch mad
Cause her coochie hole smell like old tuna
I know this beat old, might sound old to ya
But it's picked out by Trae, Grey
Boss and the Junior
Certified gangsta, slash certified shooter
Plus the paint on the whip
Like the water in laguna
I took another trip
To go and buy another puma
Threw her in a Chevrolet
And sent that bitch to the groomer