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I know you haters better run

I'm coming for you

And everyday a n***a repping and riding for

Screw I was keeping it in my chest now

I'm getting it out

I know you spectators in the game better close your mouth

I got a lot of my time invested up in this game

It's S U C till

I'm dead ain't no need to explain

I'm in the

Maab with guerillas and we coming in packs

The only friends we got deep and coming with black gats

So n***az'd back back

I'm a man dude with a attitude

And I'm too quick to click

Lil' Trae is a d**n fool

In my zone leave me alone

I ain't trying to be f**ked with

Everything that

I got is everything that

I wanna roll with

Me and me and myself you n***az bad for my health

Now I'm pumped up like

Superman with a uppercut to be felt

I ain't playing with what

I'm saying you cats better start praying

Why these fellas talking down

Don't they know why we'll ride

And make somebody slide beware

Why these fellas talking down

Don't they know why we'll ride

I'm chilling in my 1's chopping game on my celly

My iced out cross hanging down to my belly

Got your lil mama butt naked shake her jelly

I'ma put her on a tape and play it back on the telly

Boys hate to love the street show when we showing up

I 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 to start growing up

Get you some hustle get you some grind

Show me some muscle show me some shine

F**k trying to crime off another n***a name

It's just a matter of time 'fore

I run you out the game

Because I can't believe the nerve of these h*es

Trying to use my n***a

Pimp name for benefit shows

Fin to start kicking in do's with the macks

Trying to let that s**t pass now

It's the return of the mad rapper industry n***a subtracter

That be greed up in the fists that be clinched like a black panther

I'm sick and tired of you fakers that try to twist up the game

So now you gotta see me like the 84's that

I swang My glock

I cock and

I aim my name you fin to respect it

You let me off in your world then

I swear to

God I'ma wreck it

You must of thought

I forgot about you acting sue a crowd'll watch you

I gotta get that up out you your people gon be without you

On top of that n***az be using my homie name

Saying the

Screwed Up

Click so they can get them a little change

Hopping from d**k to d**k and

I ain't even gon say no name

I feel like

I wanna click so now you gon feel my pain

I'm Trae and

I ain't bar nan n***a in this drama

Or mama I weave and

I swang sending em through a trauma

They tell me to let em make it but really

I ain't the one

Them b***hes did it so now they gotta see me when

Where the real n***az at cause

I can't find none

Everybody be talking s**t when they be packing they guns

Quick to shoot a motherf**ker to keep they face from sweating

But when the laws come to bang one snitching and telling

Be these ol' buster a*s n***az killing all in they music

Showing a four pound around town but never gon use it

I'm registered by my gangsta you barely touching me

G Now feel you got the edasity to come and see me

F**k it whoever wanna get some can come and get dropped

I'm a grown man

I don't get people sued

I get people shot

If you ain't shot

I wonder who gon be standing behind the trigga

Z Ro the Crooked cause ain't no love for none of these n***az

Straight Profit to

Presidential trying to scandalize my name

They can't sell records without me that's a god d**n shame

I ain't to blame why these n***az ain't selling and losing weight

But I'm to blame when

Z Ro

Make a n***a hot yeeeah

Why you wanna hate me

S U C You n***az can't be meeee

My n***a T

R A E And that's the way it's gonna be

Until a motherf**ker take me

Me and the

M double A

B We gon be thugging

Straight up it's my cousin

Trae n***a

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