"4:16 AM" lyrics
Trae Tha Truth Lyrics
Yes, sir
Fella comes up from the country or big city
Starts his blood boiling
Thinks he can become a big hustler
Make a name from himself
Here's an old story
See, plenty young fellas come through that door with sticks like that
They'll use sticks, they'll use sticks, uh-huh
Mind on my money, the rest is on a opp head
Haters like a cemetery, tell they ass to drop dead
They be stuck in traffic, I be jumpin' out this Drophead
Make a stop by, nigga, don't say a word, I just drop bread
I been in the gym, dealin' with pressure, time to tighten up
Over lookin' calls from a woman you be wifin' up
Told Panda I'ma stay the fuck up off the internet
Yeah, these niggas different, ain't no way you see me intersect
What I'm on, it won't be good for either him or me
Out the storage with some shit they got from World War III
Out the window, Call of Duty, nigga, C-O-D
Every day, I got my blitzers, that's on G-O-D
My pain, I'm stuck with it, just know, don't fuck with it (Don't fuck with it)
You think to buck with it, you know what's up with it (You know what's up with it)
I'm a southwest striker, I ain't the type to get hyper
I spit this shit like a cypher, run up this bag like a swiper
Different dialogue, I'ma get this money like a armored truck
Street Fighter, I'm Dhalsim, no tellin' how my arms can touch
Get your niggas, pile 'em up, I'm tryna bomb the bus
They say it's dangerous when fuck with fools who call me sus
I'm just lookin' how this clout done got 'em
They say the greats'll be the ones to watch the world doubt 'em
For the city and they still forgot about 'em
One up in the chamber, let 'em loose and I'll reroute 'em
Opp time, feel like I was Buffalo, I gotta bill 'em
No expiration on no get-back, I gotta deal 'em
I treat the switch like a prescription, I gotta fill 'em
Better be careful prayin' on me 'fore I gotta hit 'em
Truth T, but in the field, shit, I got a skillet
Play it wrong and end up popped like I gotta pill 'em
If it don't come up off my hip, I'm comin' from the shoulders
Don't let this go over your head, I feel like Casanova
Everything I do influence niggas, yet, I'm sober
I feel like fuck them other niggas, no limit soldier
They know my presence heavy
Yeah, they got forty-eight hours, I feel like I was Eddie
Fella comes up from the country or big city
Starts his blood boiling
Thinks he can become a big hustler
Make a name from himself
Here's an old story
See, plenty young fellas come through that door with sticks like that
They'll use sticks, they'll use sticks, uh-huh
Mind on my money, the rest is on a opp head
Haters like a cemetery, tell they ass to drop dead
They be stuck in traffic, I be jumpin' out this Drophead
Make a stop by, nigga, don't say a word, I just drop bread
I been in the gym, dealin' with pressure, time to tighten up
Over lookin' calls from a woman you be wifin' up
Told Panda I'ma stay the fuck up off the internet
Yeah, these niggas different, ain't no way you see me intersect
What I'm on, it won't be good for either him or me
Out the storage with some shit they got from World War III
Out the window, Call of Duty, nigga, C-O-D
Every day, I got my blitzers, that's on G-O-D
My pain, I'm stuck with it, just know, don't fuck with it (Don't fuck with it)
You think to buck with it, you know what's up with it (You know what's up with it)
I'm a southwest striker, I ain't the type to get hyper
I spit this shit like a cypher, run up this bag like a swiper
Different dialogue, I'ma get this money like a armored truck
Street Fighter, I'm Dhalsim, no tellin' how my arms can touch
Get your niggas, pile 'em up, I'm tryna bomb the bus
They say it's dangerous when fuck with fools who call me sus
I'm just lookin' how this clout done got 'em
They say the greats'll be the ones to watch the world doubt 'em
For the city and they still forgot about 'em
One up in the chamber, let 'em loose and I'll reroute 'em
Opp time, feel like I was Buffalo, I gotta bill 'em
No expiration on no get-back, I gotta deal 'em
I treat the switch like a prescription, I gotta fill 'em
Better be careful prayin' on me 'fore I gotta hit 'em
Truth T, but in the field, shit, I got a skillet
Play it wrong and end up popped like I gotta pill 'em
If it don't come up off my hip, I'm comin' from the shoulders
Don't let this go over your head, I feel like Casanova
Everything I do influence niggas, yet, I'm sober
I feel like fuck them other niggas, no limit soldier
They know my presence heavy
Yeah, they got forty-eight hours, I feel like I was Eddie
