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clean like my rims
I know I keep nines on my side but I still like tens
It's my party so I do what I gotta
St. Louis heard my motta'
Meanwhile bring your

this drive, the fuck is yours (The fuck is yours?)
I'm all ears aww yeah they all scared
I'm blessed ock, whats the move check rock lets ball where
I'm

change
Your words bring encouragement, use them to win the game
Make things right with that queen, give her love that she deserves
Don't give her no

bleed
Proceed to rock the shows and give the fans what they need
Engaging with my crowd to the max, it's a party indeed
You feeling me to the third

with the focus
Born by the ocean
But barely see the water
'Cause I'm hunting for a dollar on these beats I be floatin'
Far from commotion
Cups

communicate with the real
That's why we all cut off lines
Look at how I'm riding
All by my lonely
I'm all one
That's why I'm never lonely 
Niggas hating on me

The rock that you pleaded for, there whenever you need it
They say the ball doesn't lie and you better believe it
I can show the importance of what a team is

Eva since I was a kid knew I was a lil different
Mama always said that I danced to my own rhythm
Started by gettin it poppin clockin pots in

and bang
If a nigga don't know better peep the game
SUC we running thangs
Finna smash me a nigga
I'm a young gun nigga by the name of Trae
Wrecking this

shoes, let's feel the pain from the dues
I done paid them, did some dirt, but they don't play by no rules
I'm smoking like I have cataracts, moving smooth

don’t even like the word ‘bluffing’
‘cause it means you would lie to get by
Why try to back to transparent?
Must be mentally as often
As mercury

Niggas want beef, what you gon' do, can you bring a beat you produced with your own two hands
And a flow they can't tell if it's old or new
I control

standing on the solid rock
I bl-uh-uck (block)
Every adversary by bl-uh-ud (blood)
I am sharp not blunt when I'm speaking mystery 
I'm John cena they don't

favorite rapper favorite rapper aah
Look y’all wack pardon my back the real is back
Real rap I don’t play by rules I rule rap
That’s a fact bring that back I

and cold-cocked.
And maybe it’s time we start to throw rocks,
cause we ain’t living in a glass house.
If you’re telling me you wouldn’t fuckin lash out,
you prolly

you don't gotta plan
I'm a different type of nigga I bring beach to the sand
You can tell I got it on me by the way that I stand
Young nigga get ya

back
Appreciate all the years and people I attract
All the geez that rock the brand
Just know it's going all to plan
Built brick by brick every year

running with the scammers in the slammer
I'm with Hannah dishin rocks off like I'm Jok
Get it jumping all that stupid nonsense yeah we good on that
Just in

coppin new shit
This my rock rock cook up the pot
Gimme a pistol and pop pop
Dribble finesse on the block
I'm everything that you not ha, Ha
Fly like

moment
And we puttin' it down
Ready to clown
Be layin' them black on the ground

Smokin' weed by the pound
What it be
Why my ass with a bounty
Oh my nigga,

of Suge I only need her for a night
If you bring me up a dyke I can get her back right
Bitch I'm flyer than a bird bitch I'm flyer than a kite
And my verses

on a rocket
We the kids the average can't rock with
They all say that we got some problems
Grew up in between light and darkness
VCRs and those TV screens

let me call her Billie Jean
The kid is kinda white, man it cannot be by me
Looking back I was drunk
The night I seen her in them jeans
Pull up strong

Wasn’t having that
Farther was a mail man use to rock Them bucket hats
Told me if I wanna rap so bad you Better do it then booked a flight to Vegas that’s