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trae tha truth - still out here lyrics

[verse 1: trae tha truth]
young andre, how i’m playing 3 stacks
diddy on the work, tell him, take that
in the kitchen, tryna vision where the cake at
only a hot n-gga, tryna shake back
and if you ain’t eating with me, then you better stay back
trapping with magazines, all they do is stay packed
never would i live a lie, i’d rather stay facts
i gotta get what i can get until i lay flat
i was somewhere in the gutter where they say it’s hard to climb out
you can see it great when your life put on timeout
always in the hood like it ain’t no way to sign out
streets full of hate, but i guess i had to find out
now every day’s like i’m running out of time
thinking ’bout my n-ggas got me running out my mind
hustle over everything, i’m running on my grind
hard for me to see, feeling like i’m going blind

[verse 2: rara]
big bro sold dope, rubbed off on him
big boi track, this a boss song
out in la, tryna plan my day, need a young rich girl to put her mouth on it
gained a lot of pain, when i seen this sh-t
wasn’t like that when i dreamed this sh-t
dying by the money and i mean this sh-t
blue big face busting out the jeans and sh-t
the cleanest sh-t, the green get lit
the hoes in here, the night is young, it’s on
you know i got a strap on me, you act on me
you talk that sh-t, run your lip, you done
spending real hard from the hard my n-gga
where i come from sh-t get hard my n-gga
solid one hunnid, no fraud my n-gga
i’m coming out hard, on god my n-gga
for my kids, i do that bid
bankroll fresh, i do this big
came on back, the comeback kid
i’m in this b-tch, to win this sh-t
six hunnid bands in the projects
looking for a plug in the outlet
bad -ss hoe, with some bad -ss kids
that’ll suck a n-gga d-ck for an outfit
i ain’t got no manners
from a long line of n-ggas that ain’t got no standards
feel the pain in my boy when you hear my grammar
young street n-gga supposed to be in the slammer
but i made these jammers and it saved my life
and i prayed for it
by the look of my swag i’m made for it
i been trapping all night and all day for it
these whips, these chains, i slaved for it

[chorus: rara]
i woke up this morning
i thank god this morning
smoke me a blunt this morning
i swear i’m enjoying every moment
last night, thought i wouldn’t make it
last night, sh-t really got real
last night, got on my knees and prayed that i ain’t gotta deal to live

[verse 3: trae tha truth]
chopper on the seat when i ride through
dead-ss tell them n-ggas they could die too
see who the f-ck them p-ssy n-ggas lie too?
i got a beautiful struggle, would make you cry too
if i don’t make it to the top then i’ma try to
[?], i’m tryna buy two
with a b-tch tryna see where i’ma fly to
if she let my n-gga hit it i’ma try too
in the slab, them chokers don’t open or close
on the block, who drivers don’t open them doors
got that white, they play with they nose
f-ck the hate, i get m exposed
everything, the rest, it comes and it goes
i get high, i grab up a boll
i can’t get behind you, you n-ggas done told
i’m the realest, you n-ggas done fold
if you don’t rock with me, i’m not your kind
i had to wait, but it’s my time
you speak for me, you out your mind
b-tch, look at you, you really out your mind
everything i spit, make sure it rhyme
got all the guns, make sure they fine
n-gga, if you cross that line, you pay that fine
gotta secure that bag, i’m on my grind

[chorus: trae tha truth]
woke up this morning, thank god this morning
countin up doe this morning
i swam at joe’s this morning
last night, sh-t, i thought i wouldn’t make it
last night, sh-t really got real
last night, got on my knees and prayed that i ain’t gotta deal

- trae tha truth lyrics

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