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Trae

I'm On 3.0

 

I'm On 3.0

(アルバム: Tha Truth, Pt. 3 - 2017)


[Trae tha Truth:]
They say three times the charm, huh? I got ya

Yeah, all gas, fast, living like something was speeding
Ashy to classy, now I bless 'em like someone who sneezing
I'm only here to give 'em pressure, bitch, picture me squeezing
Against the world like I was Pac, wasn't nobody believing
Nothing deceiving, know the truth, what the fuck you was needin'?
Gather this evening for the one, reputation was steaming
Vision me gleaming from the mud, ain't no point in you cleaning
I'm motivation for the ones who nobody was feeding
Automatic still give 'em the same kick
Started the sideline, now I'm starring in game 6
Spit and make 'em replay it like they're stuck on the same disc
Work, I give 'em new, never stretching the same brick
Never the same chick, yeah I'm still on that same shit
Cop me a new spot, tryna see where the plane fits
Picture me with a crown, next to that where my name sits
Galaxy in the ceiling just to show 'em what fame gets

[T.I.:]
In the heart of the jungle walking through the fire
You beat the charge if you show up with an alibi
Running wild in the city, no direction
All we know is get that dough, run up the checks and
I'm self-made, wasn't made for the military
Get paid, dodge jail and the cemetery
You better reach for the stars, take your best shot
You let them haters kill your dream, your ass be assed out, forreal

[Dave East:]
Fill a Backwood with three nicks
V6, cut the coke, remix
Squeeze clips if ever we hear that he snitched
I'm allergic to broke niggas in the precinct
Found out my man was hating and we ain't speak since
Barney's, Nord's can't add up the paper we spent
Tryna get drunk, I'm toking, I got a P bent
I touched a million, ain't sleep since, on defense

[Tee Grizzley:]
Freedom got me feeling like I flown up
Out of prison, I ain't think that I was blowing up
Bunch of young rich niggas home, Rollies up
Run up on us, watch how quick I'll lift the toaster up
Money got me feeling like you can't control us
Serving, watching out for the patrollers
We used to play the game, play on your controllers
Seen niggas get killed, heart froze up
Picked up them choppas, got to go and duck
Shooting everything up, it ain't no ho in us
Shit ain't even last, free bro and them
In Chicago I'm home, that's on foe and them
Now I'm thinking right 'cause I see I can make it
Started, fam struggling, I couldn't take it
You got it out the mud, I got it out the pavement
I used to miss payments, got the title, dare you try to take it

[Royce da 5'9":]
Triple OG
Never without vision or living goal-free
Never writ it though
I've been out getting this since '03
Every little red cent and every dividend
Has been counted and acquired
Been legit, legal and been with the code
I'm colder than December in the winter cold
Look, I've been out giving canned goods and clothes
To the children on 34th, real nigga, ugh

[Curren$y:]
I could put you on like socks
Put you on like my watch
Put you on the block, you can get that off
Put you on the right lot, you can get that coke
Put you on like a fitted
Put you on in my city
Got the stars in the ceiling, that's the Wraith
Got the top in the trunk, that's a don
I could give it to a nigga either way 'cause I'm on, L

[D.R.A.M., Gary Clark, Jr. & Mark Morrison:]
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, yeah

[Snoop Dogg:]
Waking up, feeling good, rolling through the neighborhood
Do or die, every day, I lead 'em in a different way
I don't take no mess, get it off of my chest
I'ma be dressed to impress, no stress, fresh
Off the east side, Trae called me up and said
"Unc I'ma need you on the b-side"
So I came through, ah, mic checked, one-two, uh
Getting real funky, kinda smell like manure
Eight cars, eight stars
Return of the mack with these hot eight bars
Flip through it, dip through it
This is the shit that'll make you get to it
Break down, give it up, pour it up
Now drink it up, roll it up
Light it up, how you feel, y'all?
See you in high definition with a mothafucking real Dogg

[Fabolous:]
And every day I'm on
And if I wasn't, then why would I say I'm on?
Get an M and get low, that's the Dre I'm on
Get a B in blue, that's the Jay I'm on
They on sidelines watching what play I'm on
I call a audible, that's what a baller do
They keep asking me, is there more to do?
Well ain't water wet? Well then it's more to get
To my shorty's set, and his shorty's set
This game ain't over, it's more quarters left
I gotta rep my city, do it for the set
I gotta talk my shit until I'm short of breath
'Cause the world is full of niggas tryna off your on switch
Tryna find a place that your coffin gon' fit
Me and my niggas on some confidente shit
And we ain't really feeling that off and on shit, I'm on

[Rick Ross:]
Maybach Music
Chasing paper, staring out the casket
Was a stunna 'til they froze all the assets
Killers at your neck 'til you cut a check
You talking 'bout the money, nigga, where it's at?
Cars for my dogs, do it for the cause
Right back here tomorrow, nigga, inshallah
Praying on my knees, do it for the keep
Do it for the team, or I'ma let it be

[Chamillionaire:]
Chamilitary mane
They thought I was done, but really I ain't even stress it
Just look at all the dough I got invested
Two years and two billion dollar exits
And now your relevance ain't looking that impressive (it ain't)
So glad we ain't gotta chase relevance
And I would like to thank the dead presidents
For not living forever-ever, forever-ever
For all of them that passed, I've been getting paid ever since
Be okay, still paid, still stacking it
We gon' stay, courtside, that's accurate
We gon' take the White House and get back in it
They tried to turn us in to the villains like Colin Kaepernick
But it's okay, Gotham City needs saving
You'll fight back but I'ma shock 'em like Raiden
I don't fold, I don't quit and don't cave in
Your worst nightmare, Freddy Krueger, Wes Craven

[D.R.A.M., Gary Clark, Jr. & Mark Morrison:]
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, yeah

[G-Eazy:]
And I don't think he really needs any coaching
The weather's getting hot, Eazy Season approaching
Came up and everybody sees the devotion
I put the work in, I cause a commotion
Whenever I'm in public, modern-day Elvis
Hoes at my shows wanted selfies
Made it here and ain't nobody helped us
Now I'm on a path to be great
So they say, that's what everybody tells us

[Styles P:]
Raised knee-deep in the dope game
If I had two guns up then they was both aimed
Saturday morning, I'm watching Soul Train
Eating leftover food, lo-mein
Now I'm plant-based, couple juice bars
I'm on now, I don't care if the stamp straight
Told Trae I'm the truth like his name is
Can show you what pain is, I'll tell you what game is, ghost

[D.R.A.M., Gary Clark, Jr. & Mark Morrison:]
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on

[E-40:]
Ayy Trae, let the councilor speak
E-40! The best that ever did it and got away with it
Let the councilor speak
Not a septic tank, but I'm with the shit
On my coast, I'm the topic and the subject
Where I'm from it's hella squeeze and heathens' guns bust
I wish that TD Jakes would come and pray for us
They pimping, they flocking, they like to steal and rob
Backdoor their loved ones, inside job
That's why I stay with a stapler, a baby tomahawk
Life or death situations in case I gotta pop
I made a promise to the lord that I'ma keep it funky
Never switched, never sell my soul for money
I always been for right, maybe that's what's wrong
Now I'm on like the most requested song
Since a teen, I was doing my thing, magazine
On the 1300 block, we had a machine
I had a quarter mil' at the age of 19
In the kitching cooking birdies with no wings
The best rappers come from the gravel, the slums
Empty rack with spaghetti sauce jars rocking up crumbs
It ain't easy being on for 30 years to see the glitter and glamour
But not the blood, sweat and tears
I'm an old ass youngsta, bruh, I'm a vet
Sick Wid It Records, selling cassettes before the internet
I never made a mixtape in my life
But one day I'ma do it for my fans, the people that saved my life
I'm on

[D.R.A.M., Gary Clark, Jr. & Mark Morrison:]
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, yeah

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