Lyrics:
And I'ma rep my click
Until the curtain close
Lord knows, I'm due for earning my crown
I done waited my time
And now it's going down
Trae and Billy Cook,
Logic
Talk shit, get hit, nigga
This is a world premiere
Logic, Juicy J, College Park
Takin' 'em back to 2011, my nigga
It's a good day (good
Good to you, good to you, good to you
I'll be good to you, good to you, good to you
(I'm gonna be right there by your side)
(I don't love nobody else
It's a good feeling when you have your way
Bitch I'm on a flight yeah I'm on my way
To another city to another state
And I been ballin since two two
motherfuck the police
Shout my nigga Trae tha Truth (H-Town, H-Town)
OG, all my bitches love me
Bitch I think I'm Gucci
Then she suck that dick up, I'ma
mmm-hmm
Like a nigga be smoking up on, good green fur
Fucking em up in the first round, yes sir
I'm just so cold, I make a nigga say burr
Gripping
leather and the wood
Got my diamonds looking good and my hand on remote
And I'm tucked in that buck while I float like a boat
Looking clean like soap
Fly shit is all I do
Only worry about me, I don't care bout you
I just mixed the drink in with my juice
I'm feelin' hella good, I don't know bout you
see me now you see me when i drive by
Huh Now I'm packing all my luggage now
Straight to Muritala
Now back in the days I been dey holla
Now I got
Newest shoes on my feet every time they come around
Flyest restaurants and clubs every time that I'm in town
Smoking on good gas I could buy it by
ghetto pass throughout the south stay good, yeah
Ridin candy red, I'm on that south braised wood, yeah
Pull up to the curb, break 'em off and rake hoods,
own lives
By losin a son, losin a daughter, losin a child
I'm battered by life, too rude to smile
I liked it better when I used to smile
If only fo'
They wish I just started, to be a full time grind
I'm not trying, to lose my life
But if I do, I want to meet Jesus Christ (way too late)
[Trae
I couldn't help, but notice your pain
(my pain) , it runs deep share it with me
Ain't nothing changed
I still sit watching the time go by
I'm
real them ho's fake
I'm Sweet James Jones when you come through bitch
I treat you good because you know I'm rich
I was in the ghetto-had nothin'
Sold
Said I'm the one
They ain't believe me
I had just got up and made it look easy
Balling like Trae Young dripped down in the peach tree
I told my ma
a mansion just cause of the low income households where I'm from
Somebody tell Trae real soon I'll be on
And you can't turn me on and off like a light switch
they done left me with my fake friends
the ones that 'always need you
but don't appreciate' friends
i'm solo when i roll
i live in doubt by myself
that
real them ho's fake
I'm Sweet James Jones when you come through bitch
I treat you good because you know I'm rich
I was in the ghetto-had nothin'
Sold
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
Niggas be hoes straight up fly to me
You don't wanna see that heat on side of me
Trae ain't tripping I'm finna
Flip a nigga off
I done paid the cost
I'm in love love
Feels so good feels so good,
Feels so good good good
Days go by I miss you more and more
{I’m in love feels so good}
Days go by I
I'm on trial good lord come by here
I'm on trial good lord come by here
I'm on trial good lord come by here
Oh lord please come by here yea
Somebody's
asking me bout shit, just leave me the fuck alone damn
[Hook - 2x]
[Trae]
So now they got the nerve, to say I'm on some high-seditty shit you tripping
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