Lyrics:
Livin' life like a penitentiary with a ki in my hand
Knockin' project bricks
Flippin' chickens, and movin' out quick
Hard-hustlin' 'cause we love
Don't get strung out by the way I look
Don't judge a book by it's cover
I'm not much of a man by the light of day
But by night I'm one hell of a lover
want to put a couple slugs in my health
[Hook - 2x]
[Trae]
I never seen the picture clear, than the way that I seen it today
These niggaz out here gon
pie" just ain't attainable
So, how can I sustain a full life before death
Man, I'm left out here to make it by my goddamn self
Now come on, who gives
out the Sunday
The Benz the work card, so I pull that on Monday
The coupe good on gas so I dry that all week
And I pull out my Slab, when I shut down
like Pluto
Play the last card in my hand like uno
Coz you knowww
Im the man its been that way for a minute
And will stay till infinite
When big k all up
will stay in united ed
Woodward will leave
Go to old Trafford and train with
Them one summer evening
Scorea Degea a Puskas goal
Sancho can do the assist
Don't get strung out, by the way I look
Don't judge a book by it's cover
I'm not much of a girl, by the light of day
But by night I'm one hell of a lover
Ayy
She want that wedding cake
She go down like that Cali-O
Dunk ma like an oreo
Catch me out my brain
Stay rollin up that grape
She Poison like that
Hate started that my birth, my B-day is a hater day
Way before Mike Jones and Magno, I was grindin day-to-day
G-fo, in the air, like a F-ing fadeaway
Throw your set in the air even if you bang or not
Trae
Trae
T T fucking K bitch
Clips on clips I'll never not stay strapped
Chain in the air and a lighter
If I stay ready, I ain't gotta get ready
I ain't gotta get ready 'cause I was already ready
I was standin' by the corner store beggin'
Now the nigga
That listen, we gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons
They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings
You my brother,
This crab show me some slab
Now I'm tryna get back
We played the out skerch
Nigga smoother then my shirt
Spit a couple of words, a pound, then he merked
this the only way I know how
By goin' up even if I'm so down
Never slow down
Sold out the show now
I'm so proud
They're all here and now they all know
to vent a rhyme
So I can still invent the lines and stay close to the friends of mine
"'Cause real will recognize real" is what my father says
And I'll
while you stay home
Then I'm telling that bitch to phone home
Don't give a damn just phone home
She saying J my phone low
Kicking that bitch out my damn
by the way I spit
When I spit I spit it how my flow, my mouthpiece so sick
Got game by the mile, and plus I like to block when I smile
So boppers
exfoliated just in case you wanna seat it
Freak with it! That was wild. Bet my girl would wanna hurt me
Rubbers jumping out my pocket like they Jackie
real, love is fake, I don't need that
Got up out the state so I can stay where my peace at
Now I'm on my way, where the jakes and the geeks at
Ten toes
Ed was at the end of his rope,
An expression he detested.
"There is no rope!",
He would scream at the laughing walls.
"There is only the end.
for life, young Pimp see
Put my first record out, at the age of 16
Rapping 'bout moving work, candy painted symphony
We was the first niggaz,
so shorty shake that thang
I get you open like them ball-head niggaz on Rogaine
Spit my flow all the way from New Ro'
to Acapulco, white poos
a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay!
Submitted by Zodiac
NIGHT GOAT:
She wants my way to feel
And I cut my teeth
It's more nine hundred miles
Oh,
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