Real Talk

Trae

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    [Trae:]
    Yeah, real talk for my niggaz on the block
    I been wrecking for a second, but I promised that I wouldn't stop
    I been in it with my niggaz, for a long time
    But they gotta give it to me, cause they know I wouldn't drop
    Same nigga, with the flow
    Same nigga that'll spin a nigga's ass up, throw his ass in the trunk
    I'm a representative, for the Assholes
    Try to run up on me, I'll teach a nigga how to stunt
    Southwest, you better get your hands up
    'Fore I send a wave of niggaz, that'll hit your man's up
    While you wanna-be thugs, better pull your pants up
    Then the shit, hit the fan
    Then I fuck, your fans up
    These niggaz, really got a nigga fucked up
    Hating motherfuckers, I'll show you what the beef is
    Show you niggaz how to lose teeth, keep running off at the mouth
    And I can show you niggaz, what the sleep is
    Better give it up, when you hear the name Trae
    When I hit the block in black, your ass better pray
    Tell the five in the hood, I don't play
    And I got more niggaz, in the slugs
    In the tip, of a K
    And I run with the C's, and the B's on the block
    And the G's, and few B.D.'s on the block
    And I kept it real, so I got the keys to the block
    I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
    I'll put it on the pack, and I'll ride for it first
    Nigga jump, gonna be the first nigga that'll slide for it
    They don't wanna see me in a zone, when I try for it
    Any real nigga, stand up and get an eye for it
    Cause I'm oh so real, though homie
    And I'm next in the line, finna show the world what it was
    H-Town, till the death
    Intuition of a nigga named Pac, finna let it rain for the thugs

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    [Trae:]
    Somebody better give me the crown, these niggaz out of line
    And I see, I gotta put 'em in they place
    Everyday it be the same old shit, I gotta click on a bitch
    I don't really, wanna pay another case
    Whey they niggaz wanna try a nigga, like a nigga soft than a bitch
    I'll lean on a nigga, like Boss on a switch
    Better chill, 'fore I get to going off on a bitch
    Lace the Nike's, and break a nigga jaw in this bitch
    Everybody, wanna know about the South
    But I promise, you niggaz'll wanna take another route
    A.B.N., fin to hit a nigga's ass in the drought
    In the town right now, (no doubt)
    If you got a problem with Trae, let's get it on
    Iggy on lock, so I'm back in a zone still packing the chrome
    I was late for the hood, so I'm bad to the bone
    Since I roll on the block, it's half of the bone
    Shit just got wrong, you can hear it in my tone
    (I'm pissed), but I'm still moving along
    Yeah Jay'Ton, still grooving along
    So the niggaz in the blue, got love for the Home
    For the H, and the West state
    I"ll put it on a nigga, in the worst way
    That'll be your worst day, and I put it on Trae
    Motherfuckers better get in a line, or the dirt where you gon lay
    This right here, for my nigga named Nick
    In a hospital bed, half gone
    I'll run up on a bitch nigga, who that out that shout out
    Feel I gotta hit his ass, with the chrome
    Nothing less, R-E-S-T-L-E double S
    Stress, got a nigga on amp
    So I gott mob for life, like 24/7
    And I promise, I'm about to be the champ

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    Composición: Greg Lake, Sinfield Pete, Robert Fripp, Ian Macdonald (Gb 2), Frazier Iii Thompson y Giles

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