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letra de exhale - trae tha truth

[verse]
everything f-cked up, stress got me under pressure
still feel like i’m blessed when all my life i was ducking stretchers
never see me folding, i’d be d-mned if i ever let ya
everything they try to throw, i fade it and play the catcher
they see us in the [?], n-gg-, f-ck it, who wants the drama?
the truth of definition of pressure, that’s on my mama
got a att-tude like who out here trippin’? back on my bs
had me oull up in that black, black mask like this wakanda
still banned worldwide, the radio got me blocked
been a battle, i been fightin’ for ten and wouldn’t stop
couple n-gg-s i was cool, we cool, how i was knocked
now i went up on my stock and my partner is what they next
everybody turn to clowns for clout, you on some [?] sh-t
sick of people out here selling they soul to get attention
with this n-gg-, catch a shot to the face behind a mention
should have listened now they know it was tension with no extensions
social media, they tough, but in person them n-gg-s weak
you ain’t in it for the problem? then why the f-ck would you speak
gon’ be tracked the way i ball up on my first, run in your cheek
make me pull up to your spot, i been watchin’ it ’bout a week
yeah, i was in a foreign whip
summer [?]
backseat in the recliner, lights lookin’ like a crip
tip told me not to snip
cool but i ain’t gon’ slip
can’t n-body ride the wave, try and i’ma sink your ship
swear you n-gg-s make me sick (make me sick)
hustle ’til i make it rich
real n-gg-s never switch
that was word to your b-tch
city on my back, when i’m needed, they know i got it
go to running at your mouth, i’ma check it wit’ no deposit
no matter what it is, i can cross you, i get you dotted
go to playing’ how i play it, green light it and get you spotted
haters wanna reach for the crown, tell ’em “relax”
everybody got opinions, ain’t nothin’ about it facts
any problem, i address it and k!ll it like it’s a track
if you nowhere on my level, hit youngin, tell him “attack”
lived to the test, n-gg-, i’m solid, you better knew it
this ain’t for the weak, if you’re gangster, you better show it
everything you love will get took before you know it
all you got is you and your word, don’t ever blow it (aahhhh)

- trae tha truth

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