[Verse 1 - Trae] Tha Truth back, lets get to bidness It's something unfamiliar Call it a foreign image Paint heavily leaking I guess it wasn't finished
, my swagga is jus got off da chain Whether in the club, way in da hood Im still gon make it rain Yea, Im tha truth so please address it when you say my name(Trae
then two seconds away from shine right now You can post up and be the bitch I'm tryna find right now And if you can't see that I'm tha truth baby you
blow it (We spend it all up) We don't even count the money no more we just throw it And make 'em pick it all up [Trae Tha Truth:] Money strapped to my
City Press Crown-Crown-Crown-Crown-Crown Hold The City Press Crown-Crown-Crown-Crown-Crown Hold The City Press (I believe I'm the most... square rounded... gangsta that slip around this muthafucka) [Verse 1:] Trae Tha Truth
m still on that same old shit Ha Ha Okay Let's get it Uh Your now tuned in to the streets Such a regular broadcast had just been canceled Trae Tha Truth
seconds away from shine right now You can post up and be the bitch I'm tryna find right now And if you can't see that I'm tha truth baby you blind right
[feat. Lil Wayne & Rick Ross] [Trae:] Tha Truth back, let's get to bidness It's something unfamiliar Call it a foreign image Paint heavily leaking I
I choose to let 'em have it, it's evident talk is cheap I put about thirty in my mouth so now they feel me when I speak(yeah) I'm Trae Tha Truth you
jus got off da chain Whether in the club, way in da hood Im still gon make it rain Yea, Im tha truth so please address it when you say my name(Trae)
s guarantee it's gon'be over Screwed Up Click soliders, wide frame rollers with a set of hands to make you look beat up like a nova Trae gon'stay Tha Truth
my mothafuckin son, my mothafuckin'gang and everything I represent, yeah if I had to do this shit all over again I wouldn't change a mothafuckin thing mayne - Trae Tha Truth
' Deck Lend Me Your Ear Because The Southside Finna Wreck [Trae:] Pop in your Grey Cassette Turn up your fuckin' deck Lend me yo ear cause Trae Tha Truth
for the drama so tell that pussy nigga, he headed for trauma you'd rather slap ya momma, 'fore you come fuckin with Trae homie I'm 'Tha Truth'and I get
the wood wheel even though I sold a mill, streets got me hood still [Verse 6: Trae] I still swang to the left, 84's sittin under Tha Truth and these
(feat. Trae Tha Truth and Big Sean) I cop me one, cop me one for my old girl You think she my newest bitch, she my old girl Khalifa, a younger n-gga
dubs up) I'm so hood it be the true definition of me Ain't no way ya speak about the H without mentioning me Tha Truth nigga! [Hook: Chamillionaire]