Trae - Losing Composure

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(feat. Z-Ro, Yukmouth)


I just can't take, this shit no more

I feel I'm losing my mind, but still I can't let go

The pain inside of my chest, about to make me blow

So run inside of my range, and I'll be forced to let go


I can't take it, I feel I'm losing composure

My attitude done got me clicking, but fuck it cause I'm a soldier

Lately I've been on that other shit, like a mad dude

Stressing over my brother, living in penitentiary blues

Never shed both tears, but I'm keeping a clip for them haters

With any reason opening fire, on a bitch made traitor

I've been falling off in my zone lately, and if one of these nigga

Run up on me, then I'm letting em have it baby

And it ain't no if and maybe's, so shady with the way they living

If willing I'm drilling, dealing with bitches that got me sinning

I'm trying to cope, but I feel like they really wanna bring it out me

When how many niggas out here, say they down and I know they doubt me

It's fucked up, but I'ma pull a maneuver

Bobbing and weaving, and run it to you

Hard times, got me mentally ready to bring it to you

Cause I'm young black and broke, with hopes of getting paid

You better disperse, cause I feel like I wanna spray bitch



You can't assassinate my character, whispering words of war

But I'm fed up with you son of a bitches, you've gone too far

Making a mockery out of my name, ain't cool

So I'm straight to the horse's mouth, me and my motherfucking tool

I love nothing and slug something, every twenty minutes

Fuck with me and the murder scene, just can't be prevented

I'm hell bound, will I be punished for thinking this way

A problem child of reason, I'm smoking and drinking today

Jokes of Douglas and Fraiser, we the niggas who made you

Fuck us over, and can't nobody save you

I'm the truth, mark ass niggas get a loosing in they tooth

Get murdered in the streets, the way to get murdered in the booth

I'll ride for my niggas, and I'll die for my niggas

It ain't shit to let my 45, fly for my niggas

Take a ride for my niggas, to the swamps and back

So bear a witness, to the motherfucking pumps I pack bitch


I can't stand the pain, I can't stand the rain

Taking penitentiary chances, moving grams of caine

I snatch your chain, run in your house and grab them thangs

Hit the block like Ro and Trae, with them slabs of bang

Stay on the grind, twenty-fo' sev'

Don't make me turn this 211, to a 1-8-7 one in your head

Street sweeper, 2-2-3's to capitate your legs

Break your legs, like Kujo to shake the FED's

I break bread with my goons, cause the streets gotta eat

And if it ain't no food on the streets, a dog show his teeth

I'm a beast, fuck a freak go to sleep with my heat

Creep stay on my feet, ain't no mercy for the weak

Fuck you geeks, I'm trying to stress this dope like yeast

Fuck the police, I go to court smoking a sweet

Talk shit, like 50 Cent I'll put a hole in your cheek

I roll deep with the Guerilla Maab, I'm down for the beef nigga



Deep inside, I see they got a nigga spitting these verses

I got to get, but still it seem like I was blessed with the curses

And deep inside, I know nobody give a fuck about me

So stay the fuck from round me, cause bitch you tend to bring it out me

I heard some niggas looking for me, on the other side

And if they come, I bet they run into a homicide

Sending them slugs, and they won't stop until they get inside

Animosity in my chest, done got me spitting wide and I ain't lying


Friends turn into foes, and foes turn into memories

No mask when I ride, to make sure a nigga remember me

My name bring pain, to the soul of a busta

Cause it's more than a concussion, when I touch a motherfucker

(forever Guerilla Maab), and it's gon be for life

And it be retaliation, then it's gon be tonight

I wish a nigga would, run up and be laying it down

Locate his neighborhood, high ball and I'm spraying it down

[Hook x2]

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