Lyrics:
start dissin
All you Eastside rappers, you had to start pissin
Me off, you're soft, you're finna get tossed
By two boss players who's your dope rhyme
Fred in this bitch
My nigga Trae in this bitch
And we don't give
A damn about you, that's why we fin to ride
I bet these boys, out here better recognize
Stay dedicated and stack up this paper
Shoutout the teachers say I won't make it
Im in the building you barely just made it
Im in the field you
and chunk the duece up
These 84s would make a hatta put his shoes up
And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up [x2]
[Verse 2: Trae]
I'm in
and chunk the duece up
These 84s would make a hatta put his shoes up
And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up [x2]
[Verse 2: Trae]
I'm in
mind ( I ain't thinkin bout )
I ain't thinkin bout you (2x)
( I ain't thinkin bout you )
Don't be wastin my time ( aye )
I work hard dedicated to my
know she know I love her and I hope she forgive me
I dedicated every damn thing to this
I had to take a loss so I could cherish this shit
Two
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
And talking on cellulars, three plus two broads
With a bad broad, shotgun up in the frame
You know Guerilla Maab thugs, be down to pull stunts
On the first
rich if you could spend those reality checks
Day by day but the scars remain
Nothing ever was the same sunshine to rain
What do you do when you switch
rich
Stay away if you always speaking past tense
Niggas always give they two cents making no sense
By any means I gotta get it my forever mood
Got me
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cot
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe
Stop by my
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cot
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe
Stop by my
Hey, I don't know if you remember the days
When we'd play pretend and hide in the rain
Do you remember that hole to China
Didn't get more than two
This song right here is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from, lost
Dedicated and driven, I’m not just making a livin’
They say life is what you make it so check it, we made some children
They giving me life and purpose. I’m
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
you can hear that boom
Mayn I'mma pop bout, two three X
And drop my drawas, and take this chewing
See in that M Town, we snort that blow
Turn around
[Yung Joc]
Let's see, the definition of a real nigga
Is about it by this motherfuckin' song right here
You know, it took two real niggas to collab
[Yung Joc]
Let's see, the definition of a real nigga
Is about it by this motherfuckin' song right here
You know, it took two real niggas to collab
[Yung Joc]
Let's see, the definition of a real nigga
Is about it by this motherfuckin' song right here
You know, it took two real niggas to collab
pager
You go find witness in a two trap conquest
They'll know it everywhere we wanna do this
You see, you gotta understand that things going cycle
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae
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