Trae Day Trae tha Truth (Ft. QUE.)

[Chorus: Trae Tha Truth and Que]
Pull up on the block, it's like a motherfuckin parade
Middle of the Loove, feel like I'm standin on the stage
When I show my face, watch how the city celebrate
Cause it's a real nigga holliday
Trap, they love it, streets, they love it
The hood, they love it, the block, they love it

[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
Pull up on haters, tell m it was free
It was the truth, if not, it would be me
Everything black inside, you couldn't see
I'm presidential, nothin over me
It's Trae, nigga, runnin through m like a grayhound
All tthis shit around my neck, got me weighed down
Tell the bitches no time for me to play around
I only want it from the waist down
You ain't never seen it like this, no
I got your bitch in the sweets, nigga
Half a mill on bricks, nigga
Now what you talkin bout, bitch, nigga
Got them views from the 6, in my whip plates
Understand I'm the man up in this state
Got a 40 on my hand, so you know I stay safe
I walk a nigga down, homie, I don't get chaced