wanna let me live But if I'm rich on top, I bet these niggas wanna let me give So I bled the smart way, living life all alone Cause these haters got me
?" [Intro:] If you love living your life, leave me alone I live the life, I sing about in my song They hate me unitl I'm gone, they hate They hate me
, give me the victory and bring me out the rain Give me something, to smile about and [Hook:] (no more pain), somebody tell me what happiness is Cause I'm sick, of living
way that I'ma let it get by Ain't no lie, deep down inside Just to hold it close it wanna make me cry No mo' drama, likin no laws No mo' jail, no more
asshole, every day all day E.B.K. every 24 hours these Houston streets made me this way I spit it like I live it homie and the way I live is dangerous
I can see people holdin a life jacket but they won't throw it Entertained by my struggle and they'd love to see me die Why not love to see me live instead
side, I'm ready to ride And if I gotta go, it'll be a homicide Me and another nigga, on the way to the Golden Gate A nigga like me, can't wait Just to
't give a fuck about rapping, I'm a gangsta you know my name Some people call me the crooked, some people call me the Don Some people call me heartless
a Maab c.d., the Classified's on your mind Southside I bring it to you live, so please don't underestimate me Or my niggaz Trae, Dougie D and Z-Ro sing the hook for me
left, a right, I'm out-of-sight, I'm boss I don't give a fuck, you see me flippin when I floss Riding with the Trae, riding with the Jay'ton Riding with
t give a fuck about rapping, I'm a gangsta you know my name Some people call me the crooked, some people call me the Don Some people call me heartless
' [Hook - 2x] [Trae] Slow mo', when on the block 4's glide so gangsta Trunk banging and screens raining, let my top down tailored Nothing but money to make, sliding through the West Niggaz left me
better let it go Trying to get me a mill ticket, fuck getting sold Spitting the flow hitting the optimo, and I think you better let it go [Trae] You better let
sixty five I keep my head to the sky, hopin God's gonna let me ride [Verse 3 - Jay'Ton] Reminicin bout the better days stuck in a daze got me feelin
riding, got me loaded and cocked Much love to my nigga Trae, good looking out [Trae] I heard they coming to get me, but it ain't gon be no easy task See me
this nigga at the crib with his wife and shit she blind till the fact she don't know the life he live stick up kids die fast in this live of crime everybody
I've seen the shit I've seen has changed me What used to be strange to me, Just ain't strange to me no more Yelawolf and Trae The Truth bitch hit the
