[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
Young Andre, how I'm playing 3 Stacks
Diddy on the work, tell him, take that
In the kitchen, tryna vision where the cake at
Only would a hot nigga, try to shake back
And if you ain't eating with me, better stay back
Trapping with magazines, all they do is stay packed
Never would I live a lie, I'd rather state facts
I gotta get what I can get until I lay flat
I was somewhere in the gutter where they say it's hard to climb out
You can see it great when your life put on timeout
Always in the hood like it ain't no way to sign out
Streets full of hate, but I guess I had to find out
Now every day its like I'm running out of time
Thinking 'bout my niggas got me running out my mind
Hustle over everything, I'm running on my grind
Hard for me to see, feeling like I'm going blind
[Verse 2: RaRa]
Big bro sold dope, rubbed off on him
Big Boi track, this a boss song
Out in LA, tryna plan my day, need a young rich girl to put her mouth on it
Gained a lot of pain, when I seen this shit
Wasn't like that when I dreamed this shit
Dying by the money and I mean this shit
Blue big face busting out the jeans and shit
The cleanest shit, the green get lit
The hoes in here, the night is young, it's on
You know I got a strap on me, you act on me
You talk that shit, run your lip, you done
Spitting real hard from the heart my nigga
Where I come from shit get hard my nigga
Solid one hunnid, no fraud my nigga
I'm coming out hard, on God my nigga
For my kids, I do that bid
Bankroll Fresh, I do this big
Came on back, the comeback kid
I'm in this bitch, to win this shit
Six hunnid bands in the projects
Looking for a plug in the outlet
Bad ass hoe, with some bad ass kids
That'll suck a nigga dick for an outfit
I ain't got no manners
From a long line of niggas that ain't got no standards
Feel the pain in my boy when you hear my grammar
Young street nigga supposed to be in the slammer
But I made these jammers and it saved my life
And I prayed for it
By the look of my swag I'm made for it
I been trapping all night and all day for it
These whips, these chains, I slaved for it
Young Andre, how I'm playing 3 Stacks
Diddy on the work, tell him, take that
In the kitchen, tryna vision where the cake at
Only would a hot nigga, try to shake back
And if you ain't eating with me, better stay back
Trapping with magazines, all they do is stay packed
Never would I live a lie, I'd rather state facts
I gotta get what I can get until I lay flat
I was somewhere in the gutter where they say it's hard to climb out
You can see it great when your life put on timeout
Always in the hood like it ain't no way to sign out
Streets full of hate, but I guess I had to find out
Now every day its like I'm running out of time
Thinking 'bout my niggas got me running out my mind
Hustle over everything, I'm running on my grind
Hard for me to see, feeling like I'm going blind
[Verse 2: RaRa]
Big bro sold dope, rubbed off on him
Big Boi track, this a boss song
Out in LA, tryna plan my day, need a young rich girl to put her mouth on it
Gained a lot of pain, when I seen this shit
Wasn't like that when I dreamed this shit
Dying by the money and I mean this shit
Blue big face busting out the jeans and shit
The cleanest shit, the green get lit
The hoes in here, the night is young, it's on
You know I got a strap on me, you act on me
You talk that shit, run your lip, you done
Spitting real hard from the heart my nigga
Where I come from shit get hard my nigga
Solid one hunnid, no fraud my nigga
I'm coming out hard, on God my nigga
For my kids, I do that bid
Bankroll Fresh, I do this big
Came on back, the comeback kid
I'm in this bitch, to win this shit
Six hunnid bands in the projects
Looking for a plug in the outlet
Bad ass hoe, with some bad ass kids
That'll suck a nigga dick for an outfit
I ain't got no manners
From a long line of niggas that ain't got no standards
Feel the pain in my boy when you hear my grammar
Young street nigga supposed to be in the slammer
But I made these jammers and it saved my life
And I prayed for it
By the look of my swag I'm made for it
I been trapping all night and all day for it
These whips, these chains, I slaved for it
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