I’m On 3.0 Trae tha Truth (Ft. Chamillionaire, Curren$y, Dave East, DRAM, E-40, Fabolous, Gary Clark Jr., G-Eazy, Mark Morrison, Rick Ross, Royce Da 5'9", Snoop Dogg, Styles P, Tee Grizzley & T.I.)
[Intro: Trae tha Truth & DRAM]
Shit (oh-whoa, whoa)
They say three times the charm, huh? (No-whoa)
Hehe, I got ya
[Verse 1: Trae tha Truth]
Yeah, all gas, fast livin' like somethin' was speedin'
Ashy to classy now I bless 'em like someone who sneezin'
I'm only here to give 'em pressure, bitch, picture me squeezin'
Against the world like I was Pac, wasn't nobody believin'
Nothin' deceivin', know the truth, what the fuck you was needin'?
We gather this evenin' for the one, reputation was steamin'
Vision me gleamin' from the mud, ain't no point in you cleanin'
I'm motivation for the ones who nobody was feedin'
Automatic still give 'em the same kick
Started the sideline now I'm starrin' in Game 6
Spit and make 'em replay it like they're stuck on the same disc
Work, I give 'em new, never stretchin' the same brick
Never the same chick, yeah I'm still on that same shit
Cop me a new spot, tryna see where the plane fits
Picture me with a crown, next to that where my name sits
Galaxy in the ceilin' just to show 'em what fame gets
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Hm, in the heart of the jungle walkin' through the fire
You beat the charge if you showed up with an alibi
Runnin' wild in the city, no direction
All we know is get that dough, run up the checks and
Huh, I'm self-made, wasn't made for the military
Get paid, dodge jail and the cemetery
You better reach for the stars, take your best shot
You let them haters kill your dream, your ass be assed out, fo'real
Shit (oh-whoa, whoa)
They say three times the charm, huh? (No-whoa)
Hehe, I got ya
[Verse 1: Trae tha Truth]
Yeah, all gas, fast livin' like somethin' was speedin'
Ashy to classy now I bless 'em like someone who sneezin'
I'm only here to give 'em pressure, bitch, picture me squeezin'
Against the world like I was Pac, wasn't nobody believin'
Nothin' deceivin', know the truth, what the fuck you was needin'?
We gather this evenin' for the one, reputation was steamin'
Vision me gleamin' from the mud, ain't no point in you cleanin'
I'm motivation for the ones who nobody was feedin'
Automatic still give 'em the same kick
Started the sideline now I'm starrin' in Game 6
Spit and make 'em replay it like they're stuck on the same disc
Work, I give 'em new, never stretchin' the same brick
Never the same chick, yeah I'm still on that same shit
Cop me a new spot, tryna see where the plane fits
Picture me with a crown, next to that where my name sits
Galaxy in the ceilin' just to show 'em what fame gets
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Hm, in the heart of the jungle walkin' through the fire
You beat the charge if you showed up with an alibi
Runnin' wild in the city, no direction
All we know is get that dough, run up the checks and
Huh, I'm self-made, wasn't made for the military
Get paid, dodge jail and the cemetery
You better reach for the stars, take your best shot
You let them haters kill your dream, your ass be assed out, fo'real
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