Trae Tha Truth - Inkredible - 1834659 lyrics

[Verse 1 - Trae] Tha Truth back, lets get to bidness It's something unfamiliar Call it a foreign image Paint heavily leaking I guess it wasn't finished Riding with something freaky They tell me she the business The chain clear, stones never cloudy Sixty 'rats or better, n***a ask about me Certified gangsta, please don't ever doubt me Welcome to the streets You can't get in without me I'm presidential, Obama painted the Vogues black Toping in the Chevy, top rolling back My life a motion picture, b**h I ain't gotta act I send 'em to your section, n***a hold that It's raining scattered bullets Too late to run for cover, I drain 'em like Kobe Then I evacuate to the gutter On something that's pokey with looks And a trunk they'd like to stutter I rank as the king of the city It ain't gon' be another [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] I'm sending shots, it's happy hour I shoot from close range, I'ma need a shower Brains in the sink, body on the counter Women and the kids, leave 'em how I found 'em I'm a real n***a, stand still n***a I cut ya face, have ya looking like Seal n***a Then I pull ya card, then I deal wit'cha Gamble wit'cha life, is this your lucky night? My b**h so f**ing right, every night I f** her twice Big boy money b**h, pockets on Charlie Wise Tatted up, I'm scarred for life Tell the cops I know all my rights Got choppas I don't mean Harley bikes Drop 'em like a bag of ice Shades dark, flag bright Wallet chain, chrome horse Hair to the f**ing back, call that sh** Rosa Parks Dr. Carter man I gave hip-hop open heart Young Money baby aka Noah's Ark Ahaha And I'm Noah! YOUNG MOULA BABY [Verse 3 - Rick Ross] My money long, my temper short My car's foreign, my dick a boss The guns new, the beef old It's time to come through, like never before Liquid C4, look at me hoe Look into my eyes, do you see a C.O.? I'm talking kilos, time to reload Map fout ou deyo - "Shut the f** up" in Creole b**h I'm paid up, get ya weight up Pillow top back, realest shade up I got them automatics so you know I'm automatic All my auto's automatic, you know that's automatic What you n***as wanna see? Don't get caught in the street I got G's that'll wait for a quarter ki', n***a I'm living n***a f** the critics n***a (f** 'em) sh** is serious n***a Its Ricky n***a