TRU ft. Blackazz AJ Lyrics

Damn, son, where'd you find this

You know what I'm saying Imma do my thang ya understand what Im sayin'

And keep it real

You know me ya digg

Yeah, hold it down for my dog, ya understand what Im sayin'

Real keep it real

You feel me

Aye, I say it's crazy now, reaction to my music got em' waiting now

Speaking of shit Im really livin' they wanna hear what I gotta say now

Mama, I'm thuggin', baby, boy grown

No I ain't no baby now

It's fuck a job Imma get this pack and get it off until we make it out

And this true story of a trap nigga

The only way I leave this shit is for this Rap nigga

Finessing how we came up, tryna get rich not famous

Stuff one inside the chamber, when I'm by myself I'm more dangerous

Aye, and when its time to ride we spinning every night

Duct-tape all on my finger-tips and my shoes, make sure my dreads tight (yeah lets do)

I got my money up, and I can drop a bitch

Shooter on standy-by next diss sent my way, Imma show you how to stop the shit

Aye, yeah yeah

Now ya'll getting, getting me

A hundred percent ya know, just doing my thing

Y'all catchin' everything

How I feel, how I look at things

My point of view

It's a difference ain't nothin' else out there like that, nigga

Nothin' else

Took so many losses broke me down thought I'd never be a winner

How Im still alive, somebody prayin' for this sinner

Don't question my beliefs cause I can't make it out to service

Before I brush my teeth , I wake up Sunday mornin' to servin'

Ain't choose to trap on purpose, these niggas rats it really make me nervous

I ain't talkin' nine to five but they know I put my own work in

Can't leave the house without my fye aint,

Worried bout I'm lurkin'

It's a evil world we living' in

And you get out what you put in

AKa Aubrey no new friends and when I'm gone, I hope they miss me

Lot of mamas cryin' countless homicides

If a pussy nigga kill me

Never get a million still a be the realest, but I'm shootin' for a billion

If I never make it off lyrics mama know her baby boy dealin'

He doin' his thing you heard me, you feel me

Family aint gotta be posted up & gettin it, you know it

Making sure everything straight you heard me

Ain't nothin' changed

Motherfuckers down here, get insurance on 'em like

Age of twelve, thirteen mom's getting insurance, that's some real shit

But you know, it take a strong nigga to make it past twenty-one in the hood dog

Aye, I say it's crazy now, reaction to my music got em' waiting now

Speaking of shit Im really livin' they wanna hear what I gotta say now

Mama, I'm thuggin', baby, boy grown

No I ain't no baby now

It's fuck a job Imma get this pack and get it off until we make it out

And this true story of a trap nigga

The only way I leave this shit is for this Rap nigga

Finessing how we came up, tryna get rich not famous

Stuff one inside the chamber, when I'm by myself I'm more dangerous

yeah

woah, woah