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Anybody got a problem with the king of the streets, tell 'em bring it to the hood, I ain't never left

I still got the same weave-and-bob game posted up (Mhm)

I'm in the ghetto like Joseph Wayne, I'm in the gutter like cooked-up 'caine

I'm from the block where they take their claim, and 'fore they yell out a name, they throws it up (Mhm)

Draped in all black, fresh out of Johnny and the shit that I'm on got 'em callin' me a rockstar

Yeah, I got a lot of heavy metal sittin' under my seat (Mhm)

Low-key when I'm at it late night

Where they wanna see you dead 'fore they see the daylight

One wrong move'll get your whole body covered up in a sheet (Mhm)

I'm one hundred percent real, nothin' here fake

I done been in everything and ain't nothin' here break

In the zone, everybody better try to get up out of my way (Mhm)

I'm a G-A-N-G-S-T-A

Asshole By Nature, Truth who known as Trae

An H-Town, hood-type version N.W.A, motherfucker (Mhm)

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Who in the hell left the gate open?

That's what they gon' be screamin' when I come around the corner with the trigger held back

Make a motherfucker do a full gainer, where he standin' at, that's where he landin' at (Mhm)

I'm a motherfucker, ain't I? Plus I'm a son of gun, I'm one of the ones everybody don't bother

'Cause when it get gangster, man, I get to doin' gangster things (Mhm)

Go to sleep and wake up with my weapon, my enemies must be deleted

I'm harder than the concrete, Screwed Up Click for life

Disrespect it, we gon' shoot up shit tonight (Mhm)

I'm a madman killer, shoot a motherfucker, then go put him in the river

Sometimes I feel like my hands were given to me to slap all the taste buds out your mouth (Mhm)

And, uh, I roll up and down South Post Oak to Martin Luther King Boulevard

Over the Ship Channel to Homestead and down Gulf Bank, First, Second, Third, Ward, Fifth Ward (Mhm)

I'm young, but I'm old-school like Corduroy and when I get pissed, I'll make the whole city take a time-out

Z-Ro ain't Babyface, my music'll break your face (Mhm)

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Supposed to be down with me, but you stole from me

The record label still ain't came up with my money

Baby mama talkin' bout filin' child support

Aight, bitch, see your ass in court (Mhm)

Everybody wanna see me flop, if I fall off, they smile, if I come up, they can't stand it

They been tryna get a **** for eleven years, but I'm a soldier, still standin', goddamnit (Mhm)

If you gotta tell somebody you runnin' shit, you really ain't runnin' shit

'Cause if you were runnin' shit, my ****

You would be runnin' shit, not bumpin' your gums and shit, motherfucker, bitch (Mhm)

Understand that I ain't to be fucked with, I'm legendary in the bottom of the South

And I got about a thousand goons I might send your route (Mhm)

And it is what it is with me, I'm on that duct tape, wrap your shit

And out the gate, I'll slap your shit and tell the **** in the clique in your home (Mhm)

I could make a ho drop today, empty the clip nonstop today

And that's courtesy of the new gun that I copped today and then I'm gone (Mhm)

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