| Let me live my life, y’all know y’all ain’t right
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| Niggas be so shife, I’m trying to maintain
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| Let me live my life, y’all know y’all ain’t right
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| Niggas be so shife, can I do one thang
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| I see these niggas never satisfied, fucking with Trae
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| Everywhere that I go, these haters wanna put me away
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| But that’s gon be a hell of a job, I’m a mad dude that’s ignant by nature
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| Whether Trae or Frasier, don’t come at me wrong cause I’ll blaze you
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| Fraud is what I rate you, when you turn to my foe
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| Ain’t no second guessing or stressing, we ain’t homies no mo'
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| The only true friend I got, is God himself
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| If you ain’t him, you ought to think about guarding yourself
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| I can’t be letting niggas take me off my game, I’m trying to be sane
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| And if I lose it, I’ll introduce you to pain
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| I don’t really think, you wanna take it there
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| I’ll show you the meaning, of life is hard but it’s fair
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| Deep inside should I care, prolly not cause they don’t wanna let me live
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| But if I’m rich on top, I bet these niggas wanna let me give
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| So I bled the smart way, living life all alone
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| Cause these haters got me ready, to slap the side of they dome
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| Lately the devil been riding my back, while a nigga sleeping
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| So much negativity around me, I attract demons
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| In the form, of a fine ass bitch sometime
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| Who only purpose, is to get me for my nickels and dimes
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| Interrupting my lavish, living with a 2−11
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| Will run up on Z-Ro, 1−8-7
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| (May day, may day), you about to witness my AK spray
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| You look tired, let me help you sleep your life away
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| Nigga let me, live my life
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| Nothing but drama, what these busters give my life and I just can’t rest
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| Got me depending on doja, to relieve my stress
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| Sometime I wonder if a nigga really blessed, cause I’m still here
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| But I haven’t lost my faith, my Lord I still fear
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| Even though everyday, one of my people get killed here
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| I’ma keep on mashing, toward the ribbon in the sky
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| All I wanna do, is live until I die
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| The way it look to me, is they got too much time on they hands
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| To be worried about my life, and how I’m getting it man
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| You need to get your ass a hobby, and get off of my back
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| Before you react the wrong way, and make me attack you ain’t cut out for that
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| Cause half the shit I lived in my life, you ain’t ready fo'
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| I told you befo', you haters need to let it go
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| I keep it real too much, to let the devil do me in
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| I’m a child of God, with a fully loaded Mack 10
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| Trying to get out of my sins, and to maintain
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| But it’s like every thirty minutes, it’s the same thang
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| Hate me for what, it’s like I’m already stuck with a hard life
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| All my niggas that are gone, and the others that turned shife
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| I can’t live without you hating, so I feel like I’m forced
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| To get em gone and it’s ugly, when applying my force
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| And I don’t think you wanna know, what I can give
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| But I’ma give it anyway, until they let me live |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let Me Live (S.L.A.B.ed), artist - Trae Tha Truth. Album song Same Thing Different Day, Pt. 2 (S.L.A.B.ed), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп