Trae True - Dreams & Nightmares Freestyle lyrics

I could say I'm racked up, wearing Gucci and Prada But, what's the odds when you coming from the bottom Worked, hard as she could, I owe it to my mama It could of been days I didn't eat but I'm thankful for my grandma My parents didn't work out but my pops he never ran out He was there, even though he wasn't, I'm starting to understand now My grandpops always tell me work hard, pride is all you got Always look a man in his eyes and never let 'em see you cry Young midwest n***a coming out that Tri State They could have a hundred k**as, still wouldn't try Trae I could tell you 'bout that snub nose with extended clips Mossbergs that open up wider than Angelina lips That Mac, gotta box, a hundred shots, with a cooling kit That mothf**a pa** out more shots than the Ocean Mist Hear these p**y n***as talkin', I ain't really listening These n***as Mr. Hanky cause they ain't really saying sh** Competition just abandon, they know that they can't f** with me That's N.O., cause they know I got more bars, then New Orleans b**hes always ask me like, Trae why you so mean? Cause I'm bout my bread like Sesame and grouchy when it come to green I was low key, just doing me and minding mines Other than my kicks, I don't like to flex alot And, I don't like to stress alot and money seem to calm my nerves Told my mama I was gone make it and she took my word n***as in my circle was shady, they was throwing curves I had to learn patience, to sit back, in order to drive the curve Now it's now squares in my circle, yall can not be round Now my team set and we here, to put on for my town