Lyrics What It Is - Trae

What It Is

Naw*
What’chu mean nigga?
I ain’t in to giving no muthafuckin pass
I done been quiet too muthafuckin long
Shit nigga how the fuck I let’chu out here
And I ain’t told an ass what really go on
Naw nigga you got me fucked up
And if you with they ass you need to get the fuck up outta here
Fuck ass
King of the year back yeah I’m something to feel
This here I’m gone with rapping bitch I’m back on the field
I’m bout to kick it with the realest why they gave me the shield
I never worry bout drama cause I’m a come with the steel
I feel it’s me against the world I’m so sick of looking at rap
… they pussy that’s why I kick it with the trap
Niggas check a nigga resume I beat it up and stack
Now it’s only time they see me if I’m coming out the slap
Niggas call me what’chu want it’s goin be hell when I break through
If I hit up with the truth I bet they goin be hade you
I bet’chu niggas know what the fuck I’m a take it too
King of the streets ain’t a place you couldn’t make it too
Pac show me I’m a take the work and get
Get with me I’m a make em run to quit
Whenever I go to war I get it done quick
In the hood radio don’t run shit
… in my city got the dope close
I’m goin hard for these niggas goin low blows
I guess I gotta barb and weave the sho-hoes
I’m the king it ain’t only in my logos
I’m on they first step tell em it’s a shakedown
Front on me bitch I’m doing it for H-town
On top you can bet’cha on your way down
Yeah you get a chance but I’m bout to put’cha brace down
Cheeah!
Like I don’t know what the fuck they really thinking
LIke I ain’t goin get out there and do what I do best
And that’s expose a bitch
I giva fuck about a motherfucker feelings
When nobody ask out here when I was on my own
Only motherfuckers who kept me living was the streets
So if you ever think you can deceit what I got going on
Kill yourself, dumbass
Ay
Fuck em fuck em you can tell em that I said so
They ain’t never seen the type of shit that I done play it fo'
Tell em I represent for all my niggas who was dead tho
I keep my head high in any weather why you head low
You never seen convicted I’m a permanent pain on em
2010 I’m the permanent stain on it
It ain’t go out the gate I put a permanent claim on it
Put the clicky out the trunk and put that permanent rain on em
The king in this bitch all niggas better head home
I’m the certified shit get it plenty with the smell
This is dedicated to all that said I wouldn’t sell
Tell they ass kill theyself I wanna see em go to hell
Niggas talk about they nick gimme the square and I’m a lean on em
Put it on em ass even if they got a team on em
If they want beef tell em I can put the steam on it
Or hit em with the scope or even leave it with a beam on em
Yeah, I can’t lie my flave nick
You can try to put it out but I bet’cha I can’t quit
Had these other nick-ters talk too make me sick
Go and get’cha favorite rapper I tell em he ain’t shit
Anger thrower I can do it I ain’t even gotta flex
First wave for the H goin bitch I got next
So everythang I love I guarantee a Trae wrecks
Rain the studio on set they don’t even want plex
I guess real niggas just need to give up
Timid ass niggas
You know I finally came to the conclusion
I guess I’m probably ain’t nothing like you muthafucker
That’s why I ain’t accepting so easy
You know half these muthafuckers out here rapping
Really ain’t what that is
And one thang I know I remember
«Birds of a feather flock together»
Read between the lines nigga
But I’m a tell you one thang
Fuck with me, and I’m a show you how it go down foreal
(They breaking the code)
I giva fuck who turn they back on me
(Where they do that at?)
It could be radio, it could be fans
(It ain’t no loyalty homie)
It could be gay ass niggas that got a muthafuckin problem cause I’m out here
foreal
Tell them see me when they see me nigga
You can’t ban me