Trae Tha Truth - What It Is lyrics

[Trae: {*talking}] Naw* What'chu mean n***a? I ain't in to giving no muthaf**in pa** I done been quiet too muthaf**in long sh** n***a how the f** I let'chu out here And I ain't told an a** what really go on Naw n***a you got me f**ed up And if you with they a** you need to get the f** up outta here f** a** [Verse 1:] King of the year back yeah I'm something to feel This here I'm gone with rapping b**h I'm back on the field I'm bout to kick it with the realest why they gave me the shield I never worry bout drama cause I'm a come with the steel I feel it's me against the world I'm so sick of looking at rap ... they p**y that's why I kick it with the trap n***as check a n***a resume I beat it up and stack Now it's only time they see me if I'm coming out the slap n***as call me what'chu want it's goin be hell when I break through If I hit up with the truth I bet they goin be hade you I bet'chu n***as know what the f** I'm a take it too King of the streets ain't a place you couldn't make it too Pac show me I'm a take the work and get Get with me I'm a make em run to quit Whenever I go to war I get it done quick In the hood radio don't run sh** ... in my city got the dope close I'm goin hard for these n***as goin low blows I guess I gotta barb and weave the sho-hoes I'm the king it ain't only in my logos I'm on they first step tell em it's a shakedown Front on me b**h I'm doing it for H-town On top you can bet'cha on your way down Yeah you get a chance but I'm bout to put'cha brace down Cheeah! [Talking:] Like I don't know what the f** they really thinking LIke I ain't goin get out there and do what I do best And that's expose a b**h I giva f** about a motherf**er feelings When nobody ask out here when I was on my own Only motherf**ers who kept me living was the streets So if you ever think you can deceit what I got going on k** yourself, dumba** [Verse 2:] Ay f** em f** em you can tell em that I said so They ain't never seen the type of sh** that I done play it fo' Tell em I represent for all my n***as who was dead tho I keep my head high in any weather why you head low You never seen convicted I'm a permanent pain on em 2010 I'm the permanent stain on it It ain't go out the gate I put a permanent claim on it Put the clicky out the trunk and put that permanent rain on em The king in this b**h all n***as better head home I'm the certified sh** get it plenty with the smell This is dedicated to all that said I wouldn't sell Tell they a** k** theyself I wanna see em go to hell n***as talk about they nick gimme the square and I'm a lean on em Put it on em a** even if they got a team on em If they want beef tell em I can put the steam on it Or hit em with the scope or even leave it with a beam on em Yeah, I can't lie my flave nick You can try to put it out but I bet'cha I can't quit Had these other nick-ters talk too make me sick Go and get'cha favorite rapper I tell em he ain't sh** Anger thrower I can do it I ain't even gotta flex First wave for the H goin b**h I got next So everythang I love I guarantee a Trae wrecks Rain the studio on set they don't even want plex [Talking:] I guess real n***as just need to give up Timid a** n***as You know I finally came to the conclusion I guess I'm probably ain't nothing like you muthaf**er That's why I ain't accepting so easy You know half these muthaf**ers out here rapping Really ain't what that is And one thang I know I remember "Birds of a feather flock together" Read between the lines n***a But I'm a tell you one thang f** with me, and I'm a show you how it go down foreal (They breaking the code) I giva f** who turn they back on me (Where they do that at?) It could be radio, it could be fans (It ain't no loyalty homie) It could be gay a** n***as that got a muthaf**in problem cause I'm out here foreal Tell them see me when they see me n***a You can't ban me