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money low but I get to the racks and I'm making it back while you worry about tax
I saw me a girl I'm like damn her shit fat how she throwing it back when

track there's a point ta make
Every track I point and aim 

Look at my game I'm Jordan with it 
Gold chain low fade 
Look at my wave I' was born with it 

me locked in
Even mom said I be merkin all my verses
My lips hurtin doc certain cuz I spit acid
When I bend a bad bitch over know she get a lil ratchet

eyes low I'm solo
Stupid Lil nigga stuck in cycles
I swear I've gone psycho tryna find the right path for this shit
I'd probably hit a lick if I didn't

millimeter
Now you dead
Country ass beat
Man, where you get this from
You already know I be strumming the washburn
Record a couple tracks
Put a snare in behind

To the riggity rap you know is shameless
In my habitat I cut tracks aim-less
Hey Mss. Stutter flow high 
With this low-town vibe
I've said it once, I'll say it

by and I had low's
I was a con paying bonds, now I'm with the pros
Hard work pays off yeah it shows
Want my money real old, real grown
I need blue

I might have to pack that
Explore it like Dora, I might get the backpack
Quick on the beat, but that's not a fast track
I went to her, bio, she

Left stroke, right stroke, front stroke, back
Uhhh, swimmin' through lil' shawty butt crack
When I hit it dawgy, I be pullin' on her tracks
If I see that

Gimmie the Mic

Trae

S.L.A.B., Vol. 3

2006

[Talking]
Yo, it's T2 and S.L.A.B
It's a remix, yes sir

[Trae]
They say that I'm not wrecking, I'm about to teach 'em a lesson
How niggaz get

Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used

cause that shit counterfeit
The truth be told he ain't the one to blame he was raised by a bitch
Demonstrate before you get that name go show dem folks

in the air
Then you take a stir
Get that whole ass to the rear
Pipe low in my closet
No noise where we go
Sticking a warning on a post rhh
Attend to ma

get through all the lows
In fact
There really wasn't no lows
I just stayed on track
They said the roads was long
Don't be turning back
Ain't nothin back

It's about them choices
The choice to get it in hussle by any means 
Them Choices
To get it out the Mudd don't let em intervene

Them Choices

low
Blew up on a track, finally I'm making racks
Told my mamma I'ma go buy her a whole new stash
Gang gang, bitch, now I'm on yo ass
Better make a move

Nigga I can't tell no lies 
Eyes sitting low from the getho, money gotta get more niggas be opps in disguise 
Me mb ziggy we feeling like Cerberus 
Three

tricks off the track right by school
She takes a loss cos she don't wanna see her child lose 
So respect her, I'll pay up for the time used
And then she

at a low, all that flexing got you hurting
Told us you gone blow up, but you sound a little too certain
Don't get too close to me with all that bullshit I'm

Broken Homes

Gunna

Broken Homes

2016

(Blasian on the track boy)

We coming from broken homes
My niggas still smoking cones
And bitches knowing all the songs
The Rollie need frozen

that this route will really work out
It's getting to my head
A recess, to reassess
A furlough, to lay low
Some respite, to get by
So the workload, won't

the low
Yea thats a fact
How i hit that hoe from the back
She had a heart attack
Dont diss me lil n***a
I'll show you sweet
Trick or treat
Rice crispy treat

white man eating pizza
And a little girl her name was lisa
Enough of that let me get bk on track
I see man wearing tinfoil hats
And the sky its no longer

Who is Tazz lil bitch come and find out, take a minute just to get up in your mind now
Got a bad lil bitch she a dime now, big blunts when a nigga