[Intro:] Come on, come on, come on hah! It's some New Orleans, H Town shit right here I'm coming down, I'm coming down You hearin? I'm coming down My nigga Trae Tha Truth, he the truth Halla at me
[Verse 1:] Who the fuck say the south ain't got no lyricist bitch I'm first on your ass, you can tell by the way that I play with this verse Can show you bitches who trash, them so lame mean I never be less than this Nigga I been paying dues, I've been in these streets But I regrouped, picked up my pen and pad Cause that work bring too much shit I gave up a running ghetto where they blew up bread More liquor take off half your head Now learn that fuckin with cheese on the pocket I know it's real cause they ass is dead That's why they don't look trash The truth I fuck with the block like I fuck with the booth I'm sick with it Take a walk outside and you can get a good look How I fucked up the crew Cadillac Nigga ass so don't know how to act Talk to the booth to the beam of the back Tryina watch out for these haters, it's never good But they guessin the stakes These kids don't know bout nothing I'm 25 and dem the auntie And I learned how to keep my mouth closed Roach motherfucker never know me So me, if you really wanna be about it Fuck up and your people gonn read about it This shit I'm all for real, 90% of these niggas they bout it Really I doubt it, so motherfucker know my name Watch them Maine Just know we could peek it, it might just leave a stain
[Verse 2:] Chyeah, yea this still Young Maine for president I'd still repaint the White House black if it was my residence I remember back when I couldn't even count bars Now I'm looking in the garage, I'm counting cars Switching whips, got these niggas with the screw faces I travel every day, I'm waking up in new places I'm tellin niggas on top, pass the patron Got brasilian bitches loving me in Boca Raton See I'm a real nigga, I still keep a tommy on my side nigga Minus the hale figure yea I've been a g since my younger days Kept a cold heart, in the midst of the summer days Now listen, you'll prolly catch me with Weezy Dizzy, a hot spitter You fucking with us should end up in a hospital And I see you, yap see I see you See real recognize real and I don't see you.
[Outro:] Wussup Alexis? Ridin like a Lexus That bitch show affection, make a nigga breakfast Don't aks no questions, save your suggestions Let's hit the highway ahead over the Texas 'Cause they got them things for the low I heard them boys got them things for the loo I heard them boys got them things for the looTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
