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[Trae]
Waking up early in the evening, ready to start up my day
Hop out the bed and hit the shower, eyes dozing away
Thirty minutes flew away, and now I'm back on my track
My mouth fresh diamonds shining, I don't know how to act
But what do you know, some broad was still laying in my bed
I ain't gon lie and I say I fucked, but I recall receiving head
But that's another note, get your ass up I gotta burn out
And if you make me late, you ain't gon like the way this turn out
Ten minutes later, get the keys and I'm out the do'
Hop in a black on black, I'm thinking fast but I'm crawling slow
Private calls hit my cell, but all they gon get is the dial tone
Since Ruben ex bitch, wanna keep playing on my phone
Have ninety-nine problems, but the hate ain't one
Fuck it the cash ain't either, so I'm strapped with a gun
I hit the West on the tip, while I'm flipping a '59
Eyes covered by the locs, cause these diamonds be known to blind
I rep the West like the captain, with the general who in charge
Ain't nobody got no problems, since they know my entourage
In the blue or either red, well acquainted with the D's
From the North to the South, tops crawling more than these
See I'm the youth of the West, my nigga pimping ain't a thang
Plus my swagger kinda gangsta, so the city know my name
More than life in the hood, got me looking like a star
Plus they go to bat for Trae, like I was dying in a war
Conversating with Pimpin' Ken, or maybe Good Game
Telling me to pimp a bitch, and I can get some good change
Half the world wanna see, what's finna be my next move
But my next move will show you, how I make the rest groove
Just another type of note, that a playa can show ya
If you relate us to the good, and if not I don't know ya
I show the South, everytime a nigga peep my style
I'm classified as a mack, check my playa file
[Trae]
Waking up early in the evening, ready to start up my day
Hop out the bed and hit the shower, eyes dozing away
Thirty minutes flew away, and now I'm back on my track
My mouth fresh diamonds shining, I don't know how to act
But what do you know, some broad was still laying in my bed
I ain't gon lie and I say I fucked, but I recall receiving head
But that's another note, get your ass up I gotta burn out
And if you make me late, you ain't gon like the way this turn out
Ten minutes later, get the keys and I'm out the do'
Hop in a black on black, I'm thinking fast but I'm crawling slow
Private calls hit my cell, but all they gon get is the dial tone
Since Ruben ex bitch, wanna keep playing on my phone
Have ninety-nine problems, but the hate ain't one
Fuck it the cash ain't either, so I'm strapped with a gun
I hit the West on the tip, while I'm flipping a '59
Eyes covered by the locs, cause these diamonds be known to blind
I rep the West like the captain, with the general who in charge
Ain't nobody got no problems, since they know my entourage
In the blue or either red, well acquainted with the D's
From the North to the South, tops crawling more than these
See I'm the youth of the West, my nigga pimping ain't a thang
Plus my swagger kinda gangsta, so the city know my name
More than life in the hood, got me looking like a star
Plus they go to bat for Trae, like I was dying in a war
Conversating with Pimpin' Ken, or maybe Good Game
Telling me to pimp a bitch, and I can get some good change
Half the world wanna see, what's finna be my next move
But my next move will show you, how I make the rest groove
Just another type of note, that a playa can show ya
If you relate us to the good, and if not I don't know ya
I show the South, everytime a nigga peep my style
I'm classified as a mack, check my playa file
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