(Trae:) I feel it everytime that I hit the corner, bitch niggaz be hating me Been G since '93, and ain't no way they fin to be fading me I roll with gorillas, and plus the hood is my habitat All the real gon ride with Trae, and anything else see we ain't having that I put this motherfucker on vibe, before I be going out like a part They know my wheels, made displays out of my scars So I'm real with it, they can just might get you killed with it So I'm all alone inside my Chevrolet, plotting to get a mill ticket And I'm cool, but I don't know who to trust Even my lady flipped the script, for roach ass niggaz with lust Wish I was stress free, but since I ain't I gotta kick it where the rest be Keeping it real to make it where the best be, test me That ain't a good idea, cause some say I'm a asshole Whether they like it or not, I'm gon get to see my grass grow And I'm gon fight for it, until they see me breathless A A.B.N. soldier, cause I was restless
(Young Noble:) From East Oakland to the H-Town, they know my name Still nobody, still don't know my pain Growing up in the game, I feel restless young but a old nigga Seen too much too fast, it's fucking with my soul nigga Born to be a outlaw, traveled down the road Most of y'all never been, hope you don't wanna go I tell em young nigga, don't try to be like me Be better than me, be the best you can be They feel the good die young, soldier you ain't done Ninety percent of us, don't even get to make it out the slum A.B.N., I use to cop the fat dime from Sabian Come back to the hood and get blown, I was a baby then Baby when I was younger, somebody should of told me To slow down youngster, I know it's some'ing better for you Then hugging this glock, and ducking these cops Then sent me the angel, in the form of pop
(Hook:) Everyday, it's like I'm back in the zone Real life, got a nigga feeling like it's on God can you help me, cause it's lonely on my own My people use to be right, but now I'm feeling like they wrong My roll dog, trying to tell me that I need to chill But he don't understand, cause he ain't feeling how I feel And how the fuck, do they got love for me if they ain't real Lord knows, I don't wanna end up getting killed I'm restless
(Trae:) The streets can feel me, cause I'm in my zone and watching out for these niggaz telling Closer than my dame done came, to see convicted felons And my state of mind just ain't right, jealousy in the air How these niggaz act I swear, they had the devil up in they swear But I don't trip I throw my loc's on, when I fall into the night And only acknowledge the real niggaz, while the rest can't get it right I'm on my note homie can't you tell, watching me doing my thang I'm the real if you don't know, just watch me when I'm holding my name Only less and less, moving at a pace they never seen Ducking laws and crooked niggaz, trying to get close to my green Two heaters sitting on my hip, cause some of these niggaz'll never lace up And if they do, then I'm gon be the first to swell they face up And that's gon stay the same, whether I'm broke or I'm balling out Losing these dirty bitches, but I still hear em calling out My life is on another level, squabbing at it's best And everyday, I'm thanking God to keep my blessed
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