Lyrics:
me in yo' dad
I'm the same yellow boy that used to play up on degrassi
Can pocket twenty thousand to be anywhere they ask me
Cash like Johnny, Banks
doubles boy balled on you
40 20 10 watch chain ring
Tell the truth you wish you could do the same thing
Never had a job we got work though
Been a maniac
and yanking the chains dissing
When every shot they take I swear to god is fucking missing
I heard you got dissed by a rapper named
"Ghost Tha Don"
"Ghost Tha
Who's tha man - who's the boss
Who's the nigga that paid the cost
I really don't give a damn
Cause I ain't the one who's
Gonna take the loss
Uhh I
a European watch
On a different time
I used to run around with a MAC-10
Back when I was 20 years old
That was back then (30)
30 clip in the 40, move yayo like
Where your motives lay:
You stand ta ruin in many ways
By these misplaced emotions ya let Get ya led astray...
Ya gregorius!
I see Greg , be dead , me
much cash
I bought a new Lac and put it on chrome, without touching my stash
Like Lil Flip I can do that, Excursion candy blue tha?
Twenty two that,
can't blow
Somethin' exotic I got from Dubai
Whip Panameric to vision the sky
Make her say I'm not 'bout it, I tell 'em to try
But tha Truth get it
be rollin' up the stink
Big blunts, I twist skunk, I'm a steamer
Nina my girlfriend
But the bitch could get dumped
You see the boy
Them thick-ass
hide my face
Purpose going to be outlasted (Duh)
Needle in tha hay I know my truth
Can't you be telling by pain tha by tha vein
Already said enough
big-headed
Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's
the Truth, and they could kiss they ass
Goodbye on this one mayn
Real talk Asshole By Nature mayn
Trae Tha Truth Show
I'm up out this motherfucker mayn
Real
make you frown, liftin' up the bitches gown
Beatin' down had to pounce I be smokin' by the ounce
Got a big fuckin' chop for ya neck, yeah who's next
Ima
twenty five
My first million by twenty five at the very least
so thatll be in seven years
So Ill be a multimillionaire in ten years
Confused by this world
Baby wanted snaps, twenties by the dozen
I guess the tramp thought that the E was buzzin
I couldn't fade it, why the hell should I jib?
Got the 20 sack
much cash
I bought a new Lac and put it on chrome, without touching my stash
Like Lil Flip I can do that, Excursion candy blue tha?
Twenty two that,
Do what I do and I do what I write
A matter of time is a matter of mine
And the rhythm been blue, sunshine you can feel it
10 by 10 hundred times
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
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
yeah
Ahh, I choose you baby
Nah you can't choose me
Know that they say that true playas get chose
And I am truly one of them
Boys that be ridin' on 4's
and side by side (Side)
They try run, but they never got far
So they both got boy side by side
Ten years, I been lettin' them know
How we bully this beef,
They try run, but they never got far
So they both got boy side by side
Ten years, I been lettin' them know how we bully this beef
Not once did I lie
to realize it
When I saw home so blue, be torn in two
All by the hands of her own child
Humanity the festering cancer that
Dug her own grave
We have no home
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