Still Out Here

[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
Young Andre, playin 3 Stacks
Diddy on the work, tell him, take that
In the kitchin, tryna whip up a cake, yeah
Only a hot n*gga, tryna shake back
And if you ain't eatin with me, then you better stay back
Trappin with magazines, all they do is stay back
Meanwhile, I'd rather stay with packs
Gotta get m, gotta get it till they lay flat
I was sittin in the cut, ain't have no cover
You could see it, your life ain't had no drama
Always in the hood, no way to sign out
Streets full of hate, but I guess I had to find out
Every day's like I'm runnin out of time
Thinkin bout my neck has got me runnin out my mind
Gotta get everything, staying on the grind
If I could see it, I know I'll be fine

[Verse 2: RaRa]
Big bro sold dope off the dog phone
Big Boi track, the boss home
Out in LA, tryna plan my day, need a young rich girl to put her mouth on
Gained a lot of pain, when I seen this sh*t
Life keeps goin, can't dream this sh*t
Die by the money, and I mean this sh*t
Who fake bustin, knock out his teath and sh*t
The cleanest sh*t, cream get lit
Huston Hero, 90s kid, the night is young
You know I got a strap on me, you act on me
Talk that sh*t, run that lip
Spendin real hard, for the hard, n*gga
That's wwhy Icount that sh*t real hard, n*gga
I'm the one runnin with no frauds, n*gga
I'm comin out hard, on god, n*gga
Bought for my kids, to do that bean
Bankroll Fresh, I do it for B
Came on back, the comeback kid
I'm in this b*tch, to win this sh*t
Spend a hundred bands in the projects
Lookin for a plug in the outlet
Bad ass hoe, with some bad ass kids
Suck a n*gga di*k for an outfit
I ain't got no manners, I ain't goin lie, n*gga
Ain't rock with Stunna, you can feel my pain, n*gga
Young street n*gga, really been in the slammer
When I made these diamonds, saved my life
For the hood I'm greatfull, put my swag on maple
Stuntin all day, and all night, boy
These chains got me lookin like a slave, boy

[Chorus: RaRa]
Woke up this morning, smoke me a blunt this morning
I thank god this morning
I sware I'm doin better this morning
Last night, thought I wouldn't make it
Last night, sh*t really got real
Last night, got on my knees, prayed that I still here

[Verse 3: Trae Tha Truth]
Tech on the seat when I ride through
f*ck them n*ggas, they could die too
See, f*ck the pus*y n*ggas, they lie too
I got a beutifull stripper, make you cry too
Make it to the top, or Imma try to
You pitifull, I'm tryna buy too
A b*tch tryna see where I'm tryna fly too
She never let me hit it, but she say I can try to
In the trap, don't open or close
On the block, the doors open and close
Got that white, they play with they nose
f*ck the hate, I get m exposed
Everything, the rest, it comes and it goes
I get high, I grab up a boll
I can't get behind you, you n*ggas done told
I'm the realest, you n*ggas done fold
If you don't rock with me, I'm not your kind
I had to wait, but it's my time
You speak for me, you out your mind
b*tch, look at you, you really out your mind
Everything I spit, make sure it rhyme
Got all the guns, make sure they fine
n*gga, if you cross that line, you pay that fine
Gotta secure that bag, I'm on my grind

[Chorus: Trae Tha Truth]
Woke up this morning, thank god this morning
Countin up doe this morning
I swam at Joe's this morning
Last night, sh*t, I thought I wouldn't make it
Last night, sh*t really got real
Last night, got on my knees and prayed that I ain't gotta deal