Tekster:
The Black Keys Till I Get My Way

[Trae] Yeah, real talk for my niggaz on the block I been wrecking for a second, but I promised that I wouldn't stop I been in it with my niggaz, for a

more I hear you bullshit I play mat at door I'm not a category I ain't there wit ya'll I got a positive vibe but I ain't scared of ya'll Git the kid

I'll be rockin' my watches G's keep knockin' They know I'll be shootin' to spot 'em The Boyz N Da Hood Strictly distribute the product My niggas get slizzard I

, it's another I must admit that at times I talk slick But I'm the woman of this house, my best defense is my mouth And, I give you good love, I cook

in my community One day is what I live for Ain't thinking about no hope no more I got my boots I kick it till I get with Adapt and overcome, oh hum hum

a thing The only keys I got are the ones swinging on my key ring Ain't gotta toss threads, throw rolls and dress funny Just gotta be Dres, stay black and get

know my pussy is all that Thats why I get bagets 5 carats and all that From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin bells So who the playa, I still keep

my G's when I got to move 'Cause I drop 100 G's when I dropped the Coupe Niggaz found a way tryna take my life 'Cause I run 'round the way wit' a neck

the thug piece you know I gotta rock wit it I ear plane the hoe like I cockpitted Yo I love my niggas, don't love no chicks I like to light the blunts