Trae Tha Truth - Losing Composure lyrics

[Hook] I just can't take, this sh** no more I feel I'm losing my mind, but still I can't let go The pain inside of my chest, about to make me blow So run inside of my range, and I'll be forced to let go [Trae] I can't take it, I feel I'm losing composure My attitude done got me clicking, but f** it cause I'm a soldier Lately I've been on that other sh**, like a mad dude Stressing over my brother, living in penitentiary blues Never shed both tears, but I'm keeping a clip for them haters With any reason opening fire, on a b**h made traitor I've been falling off in my zone lately, and if one of these n***a Run up on me, then I'm letting em have it baby And it ain't no if and maybe's, so shady with the way they living If willing I'm drilling, dealing with b**hes that got me sinning I'm trying to cope, but I feel like they really wanna bring it out me When how many n***as out here, say they down and I know they doubt me It's f**ed up, but I'mma pull a maneuver Bobbing and weaving, and run it to you Hard times, got me mentally ready to bring it to you Cause I'm young black and broke, with hopes of getting paid You better disperse, cause I feel like I wanna spray b**h [Hook] [Z-Ro] You can't a**a**inate my character, whispering words of war But I'm fed up with you son of a b**hes, you've gone too far Making a mockery out of my name, ain't cool So I'm straight to the horse's mouth, me and my motherf**ing tool I love nothing and slug something, every twenty minutes f** with me and the murder scene, just can't be prevented I'm hell bound, will I be punished for thinking this way A problem child of reason, I'm smoking and drinking today Joseph, Douglas and Fraiser, we the n***as who made you f** us over, and can't nobody save you I'm the truth, mark a** n***as get a loosing in they tooth Get murdered in the streets, the way to get murdered in the booth I'll ride for my n***as, and I'll die for my n***as It ain't sh** to let my 45, fly for my n***as Take a ride for my n***as, to the swamps and back So bear witness, to the motherf**ing pumps I pack b**h [Yukmouth] I can't stand the pain, I can't 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' Don't make me turn this 211, to a 1-8-7 one in your head Street sweeper, 2-2-3's to capitate your legs Break your legs, like Kujo to shake the FED's I break bread with my goons, cause the streets gotta eat And if it ain't no food on the streets, a dog show his teeth I'm a beast, f** a freak go to sleep with my heat Creep stay on my feet, ain't no mercy for the weak f** you geeks, I'm trying to stretch this dope like yeast f** the police, I go to court smoking a sweet Talk sh**, like 50 Cent I'll put a hole in your cheek I roll deep with the Guerilla Maab, I'm down for the beef n***a [Hook] [Trae] Deep inside, I see they got a n***a 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 f** about me So stay the f** from round me, cause b**h you tend to bring it out me I heard some n***as looking for me, on the other side And if they come, I bet They run into a homicide Sending them slugs, and they won't stop until they get inside Animosity in my chest, done got me spitting wide and I ain't lying [Z-Ro] Friends turn into foes, and foes turn into memories No mask when I ride, to make sure a n***a remember me My name bring pain, to the soul of a busta Cause it's more than a concussion, when I touch a motherf**er (forever Guerilla Maab), and it's gon be for life And it be retaliation, then it's gon be tonight I wish a n***a would, run up and be laying it down Locate his neighborhood, high ball and I'm spraying it down [Hook - 2x]