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Mike Chick. You cut me off son Watson? Yeah. Everything fucked up. Stress got me under pressure. Still feel like I'm blessed when all my life I was ducking stretchers. Never see me fold and I'll be damned if I ever let ya. Everything they try to throw I fade it and Play the catcher. They say it's in the air And if it is, nigga fuck it, who want The drama? The truth, the definition of pressure, That's on my mama. Got a attitude like who Out here tripping? Back on my BS. Have me pull up in that black Black Mask Like this Wakanda. Still banned worldwide, The radio got me blocked. Been a battle, I've been fighting for ten and Wouldn't stop. Couple niggas I was cool with cool How I was not. Now I went up on My stock and my partner is what they not. Everybody turning clowns for clout, you on Suspension. Sick of people out here selling they Soul to get attention. Witness niggas catch a shot to the face behind The mention. Should've listened, now they know it Was tension with no extension. Social media they tougher, in person them niggas Weak. You ain't in it for the problem, then Why the fuck would you speak? Gon' be tracked the way I ball up my Fist, run in your cheek. Make me pull up to your spot, I've been Watching it 'bout a week, yeah. I was in a foreign whip, someone tryna vibe The nip. Backseat in a recliner, lights looking like A crypt. Tip told me not to trip, cool But I ain't gon' slip. Can't nobody ride the Wave, try and I'ma sink your ship. Swear you niggas make me sick. Hustle 'til I make it rich. Real niggas never switch. Devil's words in your bitch. Shitty on my back when I'm needed, they know I got it. Go to running at your mouth, I'ma check it with no deposit. No matter what it is, I can cross ya Or get you dotted. Go to playing how I Play it, green light it and get you spotted. Haters wanna reach for the crown, tell 'em relax. Everybody got opinions, ain't nothing nobody facts. Any problem, I address it and kill it like It's a track. If you nowhere on my level, Hit youngin, tell him attack. Nothing attached, nigga I'm solid, you better know It. This ain't for the weak, if you gangsta, You better show it. Everything you love'll get took before you know it. All you got is you and your word, don't Ever blow it
Trae tha Truth — Exhale
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