Lyrics:
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
ever did my hood niggas it's
Its the code of the street home as i creep
Slow when you sleep holding the heat
Put holes in your jeep respect the streets
the mere notion is preposterous
Still In my prime like optimus, used to pop trunk at Metropolis
The grind is rather arduous but I ain't stoppin' 'til
the slab we cruise discrete
You down to ride? Keep that thang in the passenger when I cruise the street
Ain’t gotta worry bout nothing girl but enjoying life
built
Fuck with us you'll be the
Deadest hoes ever killed
Live from the corner, direct from the hood
Via satellite bitch
We the Kingz grippin 'wood
the microphone up your ass while we screaming fuck you
Fuck boots, I use cement slabs for footwear
And I dwell in the dark like Bruce Wayne in the Bat lair
With
team
They know I'm Down for my team
I hold it down for my team
Verse 2
96 I heard track
2 dope boys in a cadalliac
By big boy and three stacks
They
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
the game you better ask somebody
I got pimp blood which is pumped by the beat
I drop this funk which is bumped by the streets
I been around the hood three
Bone hard nigga
Hoes be runnin from the scene
'Cause I'm out to demean, count the green
And throw that jim in the in between
Now Bun B moves slick
So much hood in my DNA
I gotta give one for every
Hood around the world
We gone bump this one all
Around the planet they
Ain't gonna be able to stand
What's up 3rd Coast, this that boy Southside
Putting it down, with them SLAB soldiers
AB, Lil B, Jay'Ton what it do
Moving slow up the block,
[Trae]
I find myself in a daze, sitting watching time fly on by
I tried to catch a grip, but somehow we keep moving on by
We came a long way, from
[Trae]
I find myself in a daze, sitting watching time fly on by
I tried to catch a grip, but somehow we keep moving on by
We came a long way, from
winter
We prolly would've froze in 605 like oven dinners
Mama I love you I'll be by you forever
There were, valuable lessons I devalued for cheddar
her
If I knew it was this I'd never
Took the time to meet her
So I feel the frown across my face
The only way to greet her
In the process of bein'Trae
I
when you back stab
I'll grab you straight by the neck and DDT you to the slab
Now here you go, you got me all physical
Now I'm in court, trying
the drop, sittin low, 84s lookin dangerous
My swagga got me in da hood lookin like I was famous
My naked wrist look like it got hit by a couple of paintas
I'm
not your average third coaster
See me looking tight when I hit the highways
I done broke them boys off up in that slab sideways
Got 25 lighters for my
I'm back in this bitch like I'm Ed Edd and eddy you know I stay scheming you know that I'm ready
You that I'm ready to hop inna mix slaying them
with five fives, real fuckin' street ballers
Identify troubles with the first quarter
But I'm on the right path
At this rate, I'll be sellin' slabs by
the baby, year later on my income
Tax so a *** could receive mo' income
Been one, I'ma rent some of this game out
Gift of gab, talk you by the slab wit'
slabs by the halfs
[Chorus x 2]
Tuck, tuck that ice in
You ain't, you ain't iced
Lights on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck
unable to maintain
Every time I look around
It's somebody doing bad
That'll put you in the grave
For som'ing they never had
Everyday in the hood it be
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