Trae Tha Truth - All Good lyrics

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Ft. Rick Ross, T.I. & Audio Push

(Intro: Rick Ross)

Ah, uh, I hold 'em chandeliers in the trap boy

Uh, Double M, Trae what up

(Bridge: Trae tha Truth)

Me against the world, got it from the bottom

Now I'm on my own shit, they wasn't on shit

(Verse: Trae tha Truth)

I'm givin' 'em tec, till it knock the king of it back

Stable or sumethin' I'm not ya betta not think 2 attached

No feelings to catch, dreams get cut, betta relax

No vacation, like get ya packed ain't neva teachin', it's fact

I was in a state of mind of somebody who prolly finna trip

I wanted a piece of a 'Peace of mind' but it got up and dipped

Minus the whip I hope the bitch crazy she end where she deserve it

Bet you go to work like my nurse, so ya power minus the surgeon

In this demonstration the purge - no words I'm spazzing

Hear the kick in for the river and that's nothin' ya has been

For everything they eva done my heart colder than aspen

While they wake up, I barely sleep overdosing on aspirine

Sick of people stopping and knocking, but still they jock when it's popping

The type to work for it's own, they go to pocket and rock it

Right off in traffic I'm hopin, that hatred up for adoption

'Bout to be relocated, play with me it can't be no option

(Hook: Audio Push)

Me against the world but I still won't quit

Got it from the bottom so it's been a long trip

I had a lot of niggas, now I'm on my own shit

Had a few hoes but they wasn't on shit

They know I had a lot of wins, a couple L's

The money come, it neva fails, they know it's all good

When the money gone, ya see the real, they switchin' up

It neva fails, but still it's all good

(Verse 2: Rick Ross)

Neva ran from the opposition

Every opportunity I get to bomb, I'ma bomb on them pussy nigga

If ya count pockets niggas betta watch mine

Get money, get pussy, let my watch shine

Six figures for the show nigga, get fifty for the after party & that's for the lil' nigga

You betta hold them to yo hold nigga, fast money running rapping now she running with a dope nigga

2-door Rolls Royce nigga, ya man makin' payments, I just paid it out the groin, painted boy

Still text yo ole lady boy, she hit back every time ya land up in yo lazy boy

Strip club, back bottle, time to pour it up, peep the weakness in the game, I had to sew it up

Yeah, I had to sew it up! Get money, where ya from nigga? Throw it up

(Hook)

(Verse 3: TI)

Me against the world that's apparent to me

Okay my mama she ain't want to be a parent to me

So I'm standing on the corner smokin' marijuana

Tryin' to get the package out to Carolina

They ain't 'bout the dinosaurs in the dope game, looking for the doors to the room full of cocaine

All I eva dreamed, was a beamer and a girl of the cover of a magazine

Extended magazine, on a chopper and a Glock forty and a mini fourteen

Fully automatic, let the motherfucker have it

Bet they paralyze him if they missin' no bustin' cabbage

I'm from Atlanta the real one, the place where ya ain't got to start a culture, steal one

Yeah, from where ya can be the man till ya kill one

And a bird ain't shit, until ya deal 1, Bankroll Mafia!

(Hook)