Trae Tha Truth - I Hold My Own lyrics

[Hook - 2x] I hold my own, I ain't worried bout you M-O-E is what it is, when I do what I do Money over everything, except family and God Heater on my lap, swanging down the boulevard [Trae] I never knew that it would be later, but I'm living proof Fo' clips and a click of gorillas, can show the world the Truth So they say my attitude, is the reason I won't make it out Houston Texas I'm a a**hole to the d**h, huh better leave me in Houston Texas I ride for the one and only, Mr. Robert Davis Who A.K.A. the King of the H, so you n***as know who the greatest Don't make me watch what happened, it ain't no more doing no songs Until they give that at me touched, and I still feel like you in the wrong They better get back cause I'm back in the zone, I pack chrome blown no better give me my space Unless you wanna see em I get deep when I'm about to click, giving hands to your face Ain't too much, n***as done got me back to the corner ready to for the mail I wanna get to heaven, but right now I'm still creeping through hell That's why it's finna be drama, till the day that I decide That I'm sick of giving em drama, n***as gon learn A arrogant a**hole, can really be a problem to motherf**ers Empty the clip, and get to squabbing you motherf**ers for real [Hook - 2x] [Trae] Don't get beside yourself n***a, unless you wanna suffer the consequence I promise you bout to get beat the f** up, for trying to push your confidence The pain is a given, but still I choose to play it even against the odds I'ma be one to take the chance, put these n***as off in they place like broads Half of the time, it be the hate to make these n***as think they can try ya Till they see you bout your gangsta, now they a** scared to get by ya Gorillas don't play, even amongst eachother we gon be f** around and I call the coach, just watch how fast you lose your teeth I'm heated and on the daily, I wake up on the wrong side of the bed From what they said, off of my actions I'll be headed for dead It is what it is, no excuse and no apologizing Just dedication from the f**-you finger, I'm emphasizing I'm A.B.N., I make my own rules to live the streets Ford and Berry got a problem, cause he done all that ain't gon stop the heat It's gonna be a ride, so it's best to buckle your belt together f** Sonny b**h, you about to witness some crucial weather [Hook - 2x] [50/50 Twin] Hot days under the sun, voice meter pack guns Refusing to tuck my tail, turned me into a Don Many missions are to come, I feel like they won Me losing a fight ever, I recall one Northside to the South, real recognize real My words touch your gut, then you feel like I feel This S.L.A.B. and Roc-4-Roc, why stop cause a hater hate Camera on the bumper, peeping robbers as I navigate Agitate or eritate 50, is a no-no Leave your a** laying on the street, like a hobo Tipping on five fo's, one on the trunk Six 15's bump, make my rearview jump License plate not crooked, looking good gripping wood It's the same in every hood, time to eat and get full Hustle till I fall asleep, then I dream about money Money talk bullsh** walk, you fronting