Jeezy] [Trae - Talking / Young Jeezy - raps:] Cheeah! Street shit (I got this yeah I got this) I got this (I got this yeah I got this) I got this (We
fronts I've been on feet for months, I'm taking haters to lunch Paul Wall and Trae, hit em with that one-two punch [Hook] [Trae] When I flip in my slab I
x] Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do You candy red you candy blue, you popping
Oscar, Kevin Costner Oh my God sir, what? I got this and that and everything I want like I got a hostage, yeh Countin' 7 digits, no wonder why the money calling Got
that and try to fit in I send them away Yelawolf go get the whip I got this I open the gate aint no way they could stop this They want it with us, you
was Trae And I don't gangbang, I patrol the game And what I'm representing here is putting holes in brains Before I say the same thing I'll be old and
one to quit I've always been the leader But I feel this world is like a b***h and I know I don't need her If I ever had this I never took the time to
Kevin Costner Oh my God sir, what? I got this and that and everything I want like I got a hostage, yeah Counting seven digits, no wonder why the money calling Got
' tras, trae trealo pa' tras, hey Traelo pa' tras, trae trealo pa' tras, hey Traelo pa' tras, trae trealo pa' tras, hey The following is not a test, DJ! I
tonight, I'm coming in [Hook] I gotta make it I gotta make it though I gotta make it I gotta make it though I'm from the bottom but I still try Feeling
. I been gettin it. Ohh, original SUC that is. The MVP nigga. (Lil Keke) You know what? i came in this game, i woke up one mornin i was thinkin bout
the wind I promise I got my head right And I hate it's gon' be like this I wonder why everything come to me like this And if only fo' one nite I finally
like this But not a life like this, so I take a knife like this and slice like this Take life like this, fuck around and I take my own life like this
sell street rocks I still be callin collect to Trae to say, come bail me out This crooked-ass America, I swear they got some game Every city I travel
a kind Go deep in the wind I promise I got my head right And I hate it's gon' be like this I wonder why everything come to me like this And if only
the hood like I did, and I'm gon' help 'em do it Cause I got love for my real niggaz and I got extra chips to do it Look I used to reap a lot of shit
chorus - 2x] Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-i'm true You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-i do You candy red you candy blue, you