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 on a level of my own
Cause motherf*ckers too fly
They keep on calling me to stop
But I keep rolling on by
I ain't feeling them niggas vibes
And I'll be damned if I try
It's like I'm rolling by my lone
Without my baby brother so I gotta post up
It's ABN motherf*cker
Post up to get a close up
I'm leaning on the edge
My baby mama got me stressed
And plexing with me and my money
So I take it as a lesson so my attitude
The true definition of nigga f*ck you
I'm strapped up with fifty
Gon make niggas let me done f*ck through
I'm ten seconds from losing my cool
Don't get up on me
I been f*cked over too much
By some of my use to be homies
I won't let em see me sweat
Cause if they do it's gon be hell
I know they praying that they see me fail
Wishing I ain't well
Lord knows, I been fighting for all my life
So they know it's war
And I'm gon get em when the time is right
O-o-o oh oooh oooooh ooooh
Welcome to, the Trae Tha Truth Show
They try to tell me bout the shit
I'm feeling now-a days
Being real is all I know
Anything else might be enough
To get you blazed so I play my position
And stay the f*ck out that
Fake nigga type of shit
That gangsta false-a-fied
Cause they read a fake nigga type of lick
Even these bitches dirty
I learned not to put my trust in em
A name with a lil' light
And these bitches'll let you bust in em
They tried to run me rugged
But homie my stat ain't never slipping
All I know is pain
And my finer show you that I ain't tripping
Yeah bitch I'm heavyweight
And I can't let em weigh me down
Niggas switching up and left the block
But see I'm still around
If you ain't ready for the ride
Then turn the wheel around
Plus I got this clip under my belt
With about 38 rounds
They found my homie dead
Murdered in the neighborhood
The love I had for him can't justify
It'll never be good
It hurt so much some of the time
I don't know where to go
But that's another episode
And it's part of the Truth Show
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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 on a level of my own
Cause motherf*ckers too fly
They keep on calling me to stop
But I keep rolling on by
I ain't feeling them niggas vibes
And I'll be damned if I try
It's like I'm rolling by my lone
Without my baby brother so I gotta post up
It's ABN motherf*cker
Post up to get a close up
I'm leaning on the edge
My baby mama got me stressed
And plexing with me and my money
So I take it as a lesson so my attitude
The true definition of nigga f*ck you
I'm strapped up with fifty
Gon make niggas let me done f*ck through
I'm ten seconds from losing my cool
Don't get up on me
I been f*cked over too much
By some of my use to be homies
I won't let em see me sweat
Cause if they do it's gon be hell
I know they praying that they see me fail
Wishing I ain't well
Lord knows, I been fighting for all my life
So they know it's war
And I'm gon get em when the time is right
O-o-o oh oooh oooooh ooooh
Welcome to, the Trae Tha Truth Show
They try to tell me bout the shit
I'm feeling now-a days
Being real is all I know
Anything else might be enough
To get you blazed so I play my position
And stay the f*ck out that
Fake nigga type of shit
That gangsta false-a-fied
Cause they read a fake nigga type of lick
Even these bitches dirty
I learned not to put my trust in em
A name with a lil' light
And these bitches'll let you bust in em
They tried to run me rugged
But homie my stat ain't never slipping
All I know is pain
And my finer show you that I ain't tripping
Yeah bitch I'm heavyweight
And I can't let em weigh me down
Niggas switching up and left the block
But see I'm still around
If you ain't ready for the ride
Then turn the wheel around
Plus I got this clip under my belt
With about 38 rounds
They found my homie dead
Murdered in the neighborhood
The love I had for him can't justify
It'll never be good
It hurt so much some of the time
I don't know where to go
But that's another episode
And it's part of the Truth Show
(my pain) , it runs deep share it with me
Ain't nothing changed
I still sit watching the time go by
I'm on a level of my own
Cause motherf*ckers too fly
They keep on calling me to stop
But I keep rolling on by
I ain't feeling them niggas vibes
And I'll be damned if I try
It's like I'm rolling by my lone
Without my baby brother so I gotta post up
It's ABN motherf*cker
Post up to get a close up
I'm leaning on the edge
My baby mama got me stressed
And plexing with me and my money
So I take it as a lesson so my attitude
The true definition of nigga f*ck you
I'm strapped up with fifty
Gon make niggas let me done f*ck through
I'm ten seconds from losing my cool
Don't get up on me
I been f*cked over too much
By some of my use to be homies
I won't let em see me sweat
Cause if they do it's gon be hell
I know they praying that they see me fail
Wishing I ain't well
Lord knows, I been fighting for all my life
So they know it's war
And I'm gon get em when the time is right
O-o-o oh oooh oooooh ooooh
Welcome to, the Trae Tha Truth Show
They try to tell me bout the shit
I'm feeling now-a days
Being real is all I know
Anything else might be enough
To get you blazed so I play my position
And stay the f*ck out that
Fake nigga type of shit
That gangsta false-a-fied
Cause they read a fake nigga type of lick
Even these bitches dirty
I learned not to put my trust in em
A name with a lil' light
And these bitches'll let you bust in em
They tried to run me rugged
But homie my stat ain't never slipping
All I know is pain
And my finer show you that I ain't tripping
Yeah bitch I'm heavyweight
And I can't let em weigh me down
Niggas switching up and left the block
But see I'm still around
If you ain't ready for the ride
Then turn the wheel around
Plus I got this clip under my belt
With about 38 rounds
They found my homie dead
Murdered in the neighborhood
The love I had for him can't justify
It'll never be good
It hurt so much some of the time
I don't know where to go
But that's another episode
And it's part of the Truth Show