Trae - Let Me Live lyrics

rate me

(feat. Z-Ro, Shyna)

[Hook: Shyna]

Let me live my life, y'all know y'all ain't right

Niggas be so shife, I'm trying to maintain

Let me live my life, y'all know y'all ain't right

Niggas be so shife, can I do one thang

[Trae]

I see these niggas never satisfied, fucking with Trae

Everywhere that I go, these haters wanna put me away

But that's gon be a hell of a job, I'm a mad dude that's ignant by nature

Whether Trae or Frasier, don't come at me wrong cause I'll blaze you

Fraud is what I rate you, when you turn to my foe

Ain't no second guessing or stressing, we ain't homies no mo'

The only true friend I got, is God himself

If you ain't him, you ought to think about guarding yourself

I can't be letting niggas take me off my game, I'm trying to be sane

And if I lose it, I'll introduce you to pain

I don't really think, you wanna take it there

I'll show you the meaning, of life is hard but it's fair

Deep inside should I care, prolly not cause they don't wanna let me live

But if I'm rich on top, I bet these niggas wanna let me give

So I bled the smart way, living life all alone

Cause these haters got me ready, to slap the side of they dome

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]

Lately the devil been riding my back, while a nigga sleeping

So much negativity around me, I attract demons

In the form, of a fine ass bitch sometime

Who only purpose, is to get me for my nickels and dimes

Interrupting my lavish, living with a 2-11

Will run up on Z-Ro, 1-8-7

(May day, may day), you about to witness my AK spray

You look tired, let me help you sleep your life away

Nigga let me, live my life

Nothing but drama, what these busters give my life and I just can't rest

Got me depending on doja, to relieve my stress

Sometime I wonder if a nigga really blessed, cause I'm still here

But I haven't lost my faith, my Lord I still fear

Even though everyday, one of my people get killed here

I'ma keep on mashing, toward the ribbon in the sky

All I wanna do, is live until I die

[Hook]

[Trae]

The way it look to me, is they got too much time on they hands

To be worried about my life, and how I'm getting it man

You need to get your ass a hobby, and get off of my back

Before you react the wrong way, and make me attack you ain't cut out for that

Cause half the shit I lived in my life, you ain't ready fo'

I told you befo', you haters need to let it go

I keep it real too much, to let the devil do me in

I'm a child of God, with a fully loaded Mack 10

Trying to get out of my sins, and to maintain

But it's like every thirty minutes, it's the same thang

Hate me for what, it's like I'm already stuck with a hard life

All my niggas that are gone, and the others that turned shife

I can't live without you hating, so I feel like I'm forced

To get em gone and it's ugly, when applying my force

And I don't think you wanna know, what I can give

But I'ma give it anyway, until they let me live

[Hook]