Lyrics Book of Life - Trae Tha Truth

Book of Life

I dont believe in half the gas them niggers talking yea
It’s a female shit I’m just doing me
Nigger fuck your word what about what I’ve been doing
Instead of hating learn to keep it at teed
I’ve been doing me it’s all good homie its all good baby
Niggers looking like what the fuck am i expected
Caught up in feelings cause they feel neglected
Cause when that shit was finished
But i guess these new niggers stuck in the wave of jealousy
I Pray to God that i don’t get evicted so that I’m blessed to be
How the fuck do you count another nigger pocket
Hating on them either because he shining
Or that woman you love debating on him
Posted of been talking in the hood you should have been up in the field
Run inside my zone you get blits while recieve an ill
The father God always perfect timing can’t be promised probably
My hustle be punishing niggers and I’m been honest
I guess it is my fault that when i got when i wanted nigger
I know the snakes that’s why you are the mind is weeded nigger
Everyone wanted these shoes i hate to say they made to fit
Nothing but a nigger known as king that’s bull shit
Follow my league I made this hippy and last days will show you
How the real niggers do it man its just a fucked up place
I’m sick like throw up
Baby got his doe up
As long as you blow up
Niggers want to show up
I do this for real with my young ones in front the fields
Say The word get them killed and all of our mouths sealed
Yeah fuck a closed door bitch i got the master key
Nigger is talking about blasting me
I just think the devil is after me
Shit was looking bad for me
Plus she was a crackhead
I thank my mother for having me
Old head told me get up your ass B
I get up off my ass turn an ounce into a half a P
Why you niggers mad at me
No limits did it all for my brothers
Couple homies turn suckers and showed up their true colours
Fuck em
Damn i ain’t even trippin
These niggers bitches
Been betrayed so many times i don’t know who to trust
That’s why i be grade A nigger all we got is us ha
I relate too much
I hope you make it but don’t make too much
Kept it real these niggers fake as fuck
It changed you up gave you game and yea it made you tough
Too tricky though so stay for what
I use to take the bus
Got too loose so i had to tape you up
But i was grindin hard and saving up
I did my thing so what
Foreign stuff with amazing thrust
I press the gas in my favorite truck
Look shout out this cush that I’m blazin up
And state facts i ain’t staying for lunch
I wish my biggest hater know my cake is up
Kill my worst enemy with my favorite gun
And yeah that’s the vision
Making no apology for how I’m living
Look i had to get it give a fuck how niggers feel
That’s my business
Uh motherfucker I’ve been doin me
That ain’t got shit to do with me
Yeah i had to get it on my own dog
Haters stayed there calling so i had to cut the phone off