Still Out Here (feat. RaRa)

[Trae Tha Truth]

Young Andre, playin 3 Stacks

Diddy on the work, tell him, take that

In the kitchin, tryna whip up a cake, yeah

Only a hot nigga, tryna shake back

And if you ain't eatin with me, then you better stay back

Trappin with magazines, all they do is stay back

Meanwhile, I'd rather stay with packs

Gotta get m, gotta get it till they lay flat

I was sittin in the cut, ain't have no cover

You could see it, your life ain't had no drama

Always in the hood, no way to sign out

Streets full of hate, but I guess I had to find out

Every day's like I'm runnin out of time

Thinkin bout my neck has got me runnin out my mind

Gotta get everything, staying on the grind

If I could see it, I know I'll be fine

[RaRa]

Big bro sold dope off the dog phone

Big Boi track, the boss home

Out in LA, tryna plan my day

Need a young rich girl to put her mouth on

Gained a lot of pain, when I seen this shit

Life keeps goin, can't dream this shit

Die by the money, and I mean this shit

Who fake bustin, knock out his teath and shit

The cleanest shit, cream get lit

Huston Hero, 90s kid, the night is young

You know I got a strap on me, you act on me

Talk that shit, run that lip

Spendin real hard, for the hard, nigga

That's wwhy Icount that shit real hard, nigga

I'm the one runnin with no frauds, nigga

I'm comin out hard, on God, nigga

Bought for my kids, to do that bean

Bankroll Fresh, I do it for B

Came on back, the comeback kid

I'm in this bitch, to win this shit

Spend a hundred bands in the projects

Lookin for a plug in the outlet

Bad ass hoe, with some bad ass kids

Suck a nigga dick for an outfit

I ain't got no manners, I ain't goin lie, nigga

Ain't rock with Stunna, you can feel my pain, nigga

Young street nigga, really been in the slammer

When I made these diamonds, saved my life

For the hood I'm greatfull, put my swag on maple

Stuntin all day, and all night, boy

These chains got me lookin like a slave, boy

Woke up this morning, smoke me a blunt this morning

I thank God this morning

I sware I'm doin better this morning

Last night, thought I wouldn't make it

Last night, shit really got real

Last night, got on my knees, prayed that I still here

[Trae Tha Truth]

Tech on the seat when I ride through

Fuck them niggas, they could die too

See, fuck the pussy niggas, they lie too

I got a beutifull stripper, make you cry too

Make it to the top, or Imma try to

You pitifull, I'm tryna buy too

A bitch tryna see where I'm tryna fly too

She never let me hit it, but she say I can try to

In the trap, don't open or close

On the block, the doors open and close

Got that white, they play with they nose

Fuck the hate, I get m exposed

Everything, the rest, it comes and it goes

I get high, I grab up a boll

I can't get behind you, you niggas done told

I'm the realest, you niggas done fold

If you don't rock with me, I'm not your kind

I had to wait, but it's my time

You speak for me, you out your mind

Bitch, look at you, you really out your mind

Everything I spit, make sure it rhyme

Got all the guns, make sure they fine

Nigga, if you cross that line, you pay that fine

Gotta secure that bag, I'm on my grind

Woke up this morning, thank God this morning

Countin up doe this morning

I swam at Joe's this morning

Last night, shit, I thought I wouldn't make it

Last night, shit really got real

Last night, got on my knees and prayed that I ain't gotta deal