still missing you my nigga I'm feeling like the time it was wrong my nigga Do your shilling down saying carry on my nigga Sometimes my light skin get long my nigga
[Verse 1 - Trae] They like "Trae, where you been?", niggas actin like I ran away Hear not, bitch I'm still the king, check the resume Asshole til they
ve been doing this shit, nigga who are you? Lil nigga, I done seen keys bigger than you Lil nigga, you ain't know shit Cut off a nigga head, make him
she my newest bitch, she my old girl Khalifa, a younger nigga who handle his Hoes get in my car, ask what the channel is Boss shit, look that up my nigga
make it though I'm from the bottom but I still try Feeling like there ain't a chance but I still try The streets is all I know But still I got so far
young Don still rep hoover blue. Whats up to them bloods, its a whole nation. Gangsta ass niggas thug niggas on vacation. Suckas go home, my click still
9 times out of 10 it don't miss my nigga Damn, I hope this state of mind'll never leave again I wanna see my nigga Screw get to breathe again And wanna
lost all of my blood This is to all my thugs, fuck ya'll niggaz Y'all just come around, cause I got them drugs When all my drugs gone, nigga all my thugs
of 10 it don't miss my nigga Damn, I hope this state of mind'll never leave again I wanna see my nigga Screw get to breathe again And wanna see Dinky
these streets So many people, wanna see me fall And then they wonder, why my attitude is fuck em all [Trae] You still running up, better peep my
inches of chrome and they still turnin Tryin to reach a bigger market I don't have a plaque but I'm still earnin Mo' than a motherfucker, my kinfolk Trae
impalas I'm breaking bread with mike jones, and slim thug the boss It's paul wall, still representing swishahouse I'm with my boy big kaila, I don't
do my scrape plate Sitting high on 24's, and my cuttly's to a rose See nothing but gray smoke, when I open up my dows No need to say mo, real G's get
hard, verses overwhelm I learned most of this, from niggas sittin' in jail Where you think im from? I'm from the streets nigga! Triple OGs told me to teach nigga
thru nigga (YEAAH) my county is orange my strap is black my flags da same my donk's da same color as flame iss no secret i used to serve out my residence
for a quarter ki', nigga I'm living nigga Fuck the critics nigga (Fuck 'em) Shit is serious nigga You hear the lyrics nigga (Yep!) Its Ricky nigga
grand everytime I pick up my telephone [Verse 2: Trae] Bitch I'm doing my thang Focusing on getting my change And you ain't getting nothing I'm cool so please stay out of my
