Sitting on white bricks, wrapped in duct tape. Thirty minutes flat, I could bake a whole cake. — Trae Copy Share Image
For trappers that's all they know, and we gon shine it when the time is right. — Trae Copy Share Image
These niggaz hoes, that's why they keep my name in they mouth, It ain't hard to find me, bitch nigga I'm the streets of… — Trae Copy Share Image
I'm the champion of the streets, so it's understood I'm a sit here, Lord knows how many fuck ups, it took for me to… — Trae Copy Share Image
Bitches trying to see I tell them to look harder, Be the .. leave youll never be a starter, I only love money thats… — Trae Copy Share Image
Ghetto to the end, in a coupe like MJ, 23 inches on a Cadillac, how a thug play, And what I'm packing, let em… — Trae Copy Share Image
This here for the hood, and this here for the block, And the homies on the cell block, sitting on lock, Off top, when… — Trae Copy Share Image
Lupe's like a brother to me. Me and him, we be on some laughin' about life shit. It has nothing to do with music.… — Trae Copy Share Image
Well I guess growin up a screw up, ain't all that bad huh, mothafuckers told a nigga - he wasn't gon'be shit, them hoes… — Trae Copy Share Image
I got enough shit that I deal with on the day to day, pennitentaries and life after death don't seem to go away, even… — Trae Copy Share Image
Fuck the world I swear they fucked my mood up. And the recession the people fucking my food up. — Trae Copy Share Image
And ain't no banging over wax, nigga come see me in the hood, In the section where fake is twisted, like the W in… — Trae Copy Share Image
