for new orleans and texas together I gotta kipe the other day from my homie on lock They beg me not to swtch up like rest look here Homie I'm not So every
If I ever had this I never took the time to meet her So I feel a frown across my face the only way to greet her In the process of bein' Trae I missed
fuck wit my circle. Only my crew, this what i do. Whats up Screw You, i still love you. Its the young don, i do it for my son. Money by the ton. (Z-
white, reminscin all night, 'bout my cousin Trans Wreakin havoc in this rap game, so it's alright Grandmother and my Auntie gettin everything they need Trae's an angel in my
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
and rock diamonds and gold Why every time I shine you wanna crucify my soul Under investigation cause the ghetto on parole Something's wrong, if I'm not
broke motherfucker, named Z-Ro That was a long time ago, because now I got some c-notes I'ma waste my time in a Jag boy, looking for jackers in my rearview
sad homie y'all know trae got my back he gon' look out for my people God leave me not in temptation deliver me from evil and if it's my time, im ready
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
my trunk open and close Them haters gon kill theyself, when I pull up in suicide do's 400 dollar loc's on my face, with diamonds in my mouth And I'm
place ima continue stuntin My ice tha shit im probably at a hundred stacks, and runnin I guess Im fly cuz my doors in da air and my trunk is hummin Im still movin slow, my
be there for me Baby girl I love you by my side So anything you need, that means you got me So just my ghetto queen gon' take that ride [Verse 1: Trae
im just an ODB, uh, thats when I knew it was time to jet, soon as she start studder stare at my shiny neck, told her that tonight ya blessed cuz later youll have time
one button, my roof open like a hard spot Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock Had so much kush and Ciroc, bitch, I think my heart
em, them fos swang, ya saw crawlin Ha, money talks, if you not talkin, then stop callin [Verse 3 - Chamillionaire - imitating Z-Ro] Try me just one time
Big time... [Z-Ro:] No more pain, I'm bout to overdose on it I ain't never had no good times, I put my dogs and my locs on it Chain smoking, cigarettes
like my name was Osama Picture my Cheve riding low, boys watching me like the FEDs They'd rather see me dead, instead of watching me get my bread Some of my
