Motor City Trae tha Truth (Ft. Icewear Vezzo)

[Chorus: Trae tha Truth]
Ever since a younging, I've been with the shit
Either made it to the news, or we made it rich
Bagging money til it couldn't fit
Now I got so many whips, don't know what to pick
Make a nigga tap til he call it quits
I make a nigga tap til he call it quits
I was tought keep the code, nigga, never switch
Now I'm having so much money, don't know what to get

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Bought a thousand boes, gotta rap them up
We don't do no sneak dissing, finna rap him up
Still ain't touched a hundred, niggas [?]
5000 [?] off fent, gotta stack it up
Got a Carbin 15 with the beam on it
Met the plug outa town, put my team on it
You can smell it through the bag, 'cause the weed strong
Pop a fuck nigga like a seel, get your lean on
I want 40 for a show, 20 for a verse
Before we started selling dog, we was rolling syrup
Playing roles on the 'Gram, put him on a shirt
[?] got the hood hot, we've been on alert
Playing yacht master too, got the face blue
Call Cutty if it's smoke, [?]
[?] with the guys, [?]
Chopper [?] bring the [?] through
Nigga