[Intro:]
I couldn't help, but notice your pain
(my pain), it runs deep share it with me
[Trae Tha Truth:]
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 niggaz 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 A.B.N. 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 niggaz 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
[Hook: x4]
Ooooh-oooh-oooooh-ooooh
Welcome to, the Trae Tha Truth Tha Truth Show
[Trae Tha Truth:]
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
Niggaz 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
[Hook x4]
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[Intro:]
I couldn't help, but notice your pain
(my pain), it runs deep share it with me
[Trae Tha Truth:]
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 niggaz 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 A.B.N. 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 niggaz 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
[Hook: x4]
Ooooh-oooh-oooooh-ooooh
Welcome to, the Trae Tha Truth Tha Truth Show
[Trae Tha Truth:]
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
Niggaz 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
[Hook x4]
I couldn't help, but notice your pain
(my pain), it runs deep share it with me
[Trae Tha Truth:]
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 niggaz 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 A.B.N. 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 niggaz 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
[Hook: x4]
Ooooh-oooh-oooooh-ooooh
Welcome to, the Trae Tha Truth Tha Truth Show
[Trae Tha Truth:]
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
Niggaz 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
[Hook x4]