(Intro)
Come on, come on, come on hah!
It’s some New Orleans, H Town sh** right here
I’m coming down, I’m coming down
You hearin? I’m coming down
My n***a Trae Tha Truth, he the truth
Halla at me
(Verse)
Who the f** say the south ain’t got no lyricist b**h
I’m first on your a**, you can tell by the way that I play with this verse
Can show you b**hes who trash, them so lame mean
I never be less than this
n***a I been paying dues, I’ve been in these streets
But I regrouped, picked up my pen and pad
Cause that work bring too much sh**
I gave up a running ghetto where they blew up bread
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More liquor take off half your head
Now learn that f**in with cheese on the pocket
I know it’s real cause they a** is dead
That’s why they don’t look trash
The truth I f** with the block like I f** with the booth
I’m sick with it
Take a walk outside and you can get a good look
How I f**ed up the crew Cadillac
n***a a** so don’t know how to act
Talk to the booth to the beam of the back
Tryina watch out for these haters, it’s never good
But they guessin the stakes
These kids don’t know bout nothing
I’m 25 and dem the auntie
And I learned how to keep my mouth closed
Roach motherf**er never know me
So me, if you really wanna be about it
f** up and your people gonn read about it
This sh** I’m all for real,
90% of these n***as they bout it
Really I doubt it, so motherf**er know my name
Watch them Maine
Just know we could peek it, it might just leave a stain
(Verse)
Chyeah, yea this still Young Maine for president
I’d still repaint the White House black if it was my residence
I remember back when I couldn’t even count bars
Now I’m looking in the garage, I’m counting cars
Switching whips, got these n***as with the screw faces
I travel every day, I’m waking up in new places
I’m tellin n***as on top, pa** the patron
Got brasilian b**hes loving me in Boca Raton
See I’m a real n***a, I still keep a tommy on my side n***a
Minus the hale figure yea
I’ve been a g since my younger days
Kept a cold heart, in the midst of the summer days
Now listen, you’ll prolly catch me with Weezy
Dizzy, a hot spitter
You f**ing with us should end up in a hospital
And I see you, yap see I see you
See real recognize real and I don’t see you.
(Outro)
Wussup Alexis? Ridin like a Lexus
That b**h show affection, make a n***a breakfast
Don’t aks no questions, save your suggestions
Let’s hit the highway ahead over the Texas
‘Cause they got them things for the low
I heard them boys got them things for the loo
I heard them boys got them things for the loo