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trae tha truth - stressin me lyrics

[hook – 2x]
n-ggas be stressing me, n-ggas be testing me
taking my kindness for a weakness, in this industry
n-ggas be stressing me, trying to get everything for free
knowing that anything worth having, costs a pretty penny

[billy cook]
i gotta get raw, this time around dog
cause motherf-ckers, thinking they can push me in the ground
just saying do anything to me, expect to know my peeps
so this song goes out, to those haters who envy me
my point exactly, they ain’t gotta be a platinum song
just as long as you get the message, you hear in this song
i got a lovely remedy, for this sh-t
but in the face or the mind, ghetto platinum hits
when you doing something right, n-ggas got something bad to say
see i ain’t trying to please, these phony busters anyway

[hook – 2x]

[billy cook]
it was some n-ggas on there, sure was talking about my hair
now they’re broke, and they’re all what living there
how you gon let a n-gga like me, slip through your fingers yo
it’s kinda like you hit the lotto, then just lost it all
see i’m a ghetto platinum n-gga, i’m gon shine this year
y’all can’t stop what god has for me, it’s so crystal clear
so now sit back, relax and enjoy the ride
you had yours on, now it’s cook and trae’s time
don’t start none, won’t be none
don’t start none, won’t be noooone
don’t start none, won’t be none
don’t start none, won’t be none

[hook – 2x]

[trae]
still stuck between real and fake
but i’ma eliminate fake, when i beat the hate
i’m on my last leg, and on the verge of cl!cking
and these cats ain’t gon learn, till they come up missing
n-ggas taking the help, that i give for granted
me and cook been wrecking sh-t, for too long
you better get your -ss up, and get your stacks up
trying to roll chop for me, and get you messed up
i’m sick and tired, of these wanna be fake type
industry hype, all about the limelight
living life shife, and ride a n-gga d-ck tight
better go on, cause i’m the real n-gga type
and i’m squaring it off, till it’s over
stress done got me, running out my mind
and i put it on the line, each and every time
since they messed up my vibe, now the haters mine
it ain’t no more friends, ain’t no more foes
ain’t no more kin folk, and no more hoes
just me and the maab, and s.l.a.b
and i’ma rep my cl!ck, until the curtain close
lord knows, i’m due for earning my crown
i done waited my time, and now it’s going down
trae and billy cook, stress the remix
life in the street n-ggas, better move around

[billy cook]
i ain’t trying to start nothing, ya’ll can feel fa sho
i keeps it real can you tell, by the way i spit it yo
this is the first and last time, thugging on a negative vibe
i shoulda done these writing songs, are going ninety wide
you think i’m talking about you, if the shoe fit wear it dog
you done p-ssed me off, this was the last straw
you whack producers who think, your tracks are the bomb
i thought you knew you need a platinum, wasn’t a real song
i can go on and on, while all while sealing the flow
see all you n-ggas really need me, but you don’t hear me though

[hook – 2x]

(billy cook)
yeah, hey yeeeeah
trae help me out, trae help me out
the maab, yeeeeah bmg 1965
the cl!ck, the squad, help me out
oooo-oooooh, weeeell

these n-ggas don’t want none

- trae tha truth lyrics

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