- Trae Tha Truth Losing Composure 歌詞
- Trae Tha Truth
- [Hook] I just cant take, this shit no more
I feel Im losing my mind, but still
I cant let go
The pain inside of my chest, about to make me blow
So run inside of my range, and
Ill be forced to let go [Trae]
I cant take it,
I feel Im losing composure
My attitude done got me clicking, but fuck it cause
Im a soldier
Lately Ive been on that other shit, like a mad dude
Stressing over my brother, living in penitentiary blues
Never shed both tears, but
Im keeping a clip for them haters
With any reason opening fire, on a bitch made traitor
Ive been falling off in my zone lately, and if one of these nigga
Run up on me, then
Im letting em have it baby
And it aint no if and maybes, so shady with the way they living
If willing
Im drilling, dealing with bitches that got me sinning
Im trying to cope, but
I feel like they really wanna bring it out me
When how many niggas out here, say they down and
I know they doubt me
Its fucked up, but
Ima pull a maneuver
Bobbing and weaving, and run it to you
Hard times, got me mentally ready to bring it to you
Cause Im young black and broke, with hopes of getting paid
You better disperse, cause
I feel like
I wanna spray bitch [Hook] [Z-Ro]
You cant assassinate my character, whispering words of war
But Im fed up with you son of a bitches, youve gone too far
Making a mockery out of my name, aint cool
So Im straight to the horses mouth, me and my motherfucking tool
I love nothing and slug something, every twenty minutes
Fuck with me and the murder scene, just cant be prevented
Im hell bound, will
I be punished for thinking this way
A problem child of reason,
Im smoking and drinking today
Jokes of Douglas and
Fraiser, we the niggas who made you
Fuck us over, and cant nobody save you
Im the truth, mark ass niggas get a loosing in they tooth
Get murdered in the streets, the way to get murdered in the booth
Ill ride for my niggas, and
Ill die for my niggas
It aint shit to let my 45, fly for my niggas
Take a ride for my niggas, to the swamps and back
So bear a witness, to the motherfucking pumps
I pack bitch [Yukmouth]
I cant stand the pain,
I cant stand the rain
Taking penitentiary chances, moving grams of caine
I snatch your chain, run in your house and grab them thangs
Hit the block like
Ro and Trae, with them slabs of bang
Stay on the grind, twenty-fo sev
Dont make me turn this 211, to a 1-8-7 one in your head
Street sweeper, 2-2-3s to capitate your legs
Break your legs, like
Kujo to shake the
FEDs I break bread with my goons, cause the streets gotta eat
And if it aint no food on the streets, a dog show his teeth
Im a beast, fuck a freak go to sleep with my heat
Creep stay on my feet, aint no mercy for the weak
Fuck you geeks,
Im trying to stress this dope like yeast
Fuck the police,
I go to court smoking a sweet
Talk shit, like 50
Cent Ill put a hole in your cheek
I roll deep with the
Guerilla Maab,
Im down for the beef nigga [Hook] [Trae]
Deep inside,
I see they got a nigga spitting these verses
I got to get, but still it seem like
I was blessed with the curses
And deep inside,
I know nobody give a fuck about me
So stay the fuck from round me, cause bitch you tend to bring it out me
I heard some niggas looking for me, on the other side
And if they come,
I bet they run into a homicide
Sending them slugs , and they wont stop until they get inside
Animosity in my chest, done got me spitting wide and
I aint lying [Z-Ro]
Friends turn into foes, and foes turn into memories
No mask when
I ride, to make sure a nigga remember me
My name bring pain, to the soul of a busta
Cause its more than a concussion, when
I touch a motherfucker (forever Guerilla Maab), and its gon be for life
And it be retaliation, then its gon be tonight
I wish a nigga would, run up and be laying it down
Locate his neighborhood, high ball and
Im spraying it down [Hook x2]
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