Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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'
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
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
alot of money when I go up in my vault
Cause I'm platinum bound and I'm still hot
Trae so hood bitch I am the truth
I get paid bein broke has no use
Only
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
south
Now I'm getting 16 for 16's out my mouth
So it ain't shit to me to look clean when I floss
In the wide body slab with the candy blue gloss
I ain't
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