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Beware

Trae

Losing Composure

2003

give me back the same middle finger, they be throwing up
They can't afford the pints, by the case that we po'ing up
Young in the game, it's time

things to fill the void to kill my heart on parts I knew that were torn
When life goes on tell me how can you mourn, feel like I seen this before
My nigga

and turn up the music
Burn up the place and burn up a few spliffs
I'm in this bitch, I'm faded
I'm in this bitch, I'm faded
I'm in this bitch, I'm faded'
I'm

Some of us don't realize we only got a few quarters in our pocket
This is a lil reflection of my own 25 so far

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here is true still
This is real life right here this little
Faggot nigga Naynay, he’s
A little dirt boy you know the nigga on
Your block that you, that

And you can not pick up the phone
Scrolling through my messages thinking
Really reminiscing
How we use to ball at the mall
Damn I get this you get that
I

the game
People tellin' me that my makeup is lame
Hey, compared to my lyrics, this image is tame
All this toxic shit in my brain, comin' to maim, he just

combat, I'm really back in the zone
Got a lil' shawty and she bad to the bone
All of my niggas, they ridin' 'round with the pole
...you wanted to do that

Hook
I'm a (savage) savage yeah (yeah)
They be saying that we the (baddest) baddest yeah 
We (yeah) be stacking all this cabbage(cabbage) yeah

Hook
I'm a (savage) savage yeah (yeah)
They be saying that we the (baddest) baddest yeah 
We (yeah) be stacking all this cabbage(cabbage) yeah

Go on let me slide inside, I love the way that you ride
Know you feeling the vibe, by the screw music I provide
I turn the tune up, two days before

Ayy, Tae Retro, uh, hold on, Tae Retro
(Damn, lil' FckBwoy, man, you know
That I be killin' shit, perfect)

The new MVP of the league
I'm leading

my family
I don't recall ever owing no favors
Feel like banks when I walk in that back
(I'm so fly) bitch I'm so fly
This manifest music
I had to get

nothing I can even they to relate to
For real though
Being dead is serious, it change you
All I got left in this world
Is my music to play
So you correct if

Creepin'

Z-Ro

I Found Me, Vol. 2

2016

my pistol right now

Right now I got the shit, that'll blow your balls off
And all this hating talking down, make a bitch want to snatch your tongue

years and now they mad I made it?
OG Rookie in this bitch, the dreamer and the jaded

Yeah I've been cookin' crack since back I'm Franklin Saint
That

to lift a anvil up a hill keep it real
U ain't that plug bitch u never left tha Ville
Left broke hoes alone but never leave steel
Weed odor so strong it

it crack-a-lack, do it just like that
Take a sip of this, nigga have a puff of that
You had enough of that? Yeah, give it right back
Now lay ya head

cared just a nigga that's hopeless
No control nigga feeing remote-less
On my own I'm surrounded by ocean
Music and money that shit fill me
Never cared for

I'mma settle this
I have always been the one that
You should never meddle with
Wishing luck to you on
Even getting through the level
If you wanna come

percent of the game
Tell me how could you switch up when you got a lil sip of the fame
I'll drop this single and then when the album drops, it'll simmer

a pretty sky, but you don't see shit inside you
Hollow, that's why she swallow if you follow
She fuckin' with this nigga named Dalo from Morocco
Claimed he

yeah i meant
This line when i said
Bitch i ain't got let
It slide way legit

I'm hearin voices while drinkin this poison
They givin exploited i got by

ever mess with bro
You don't ever disrespect my lil bro
Or I'm coming for your throat
That's just the family code
Cah in this life different people come