[Russell Lee]
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Oooh-ooooooh, gots to do my thang
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Oh-ooooh
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[Trae]
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It's been a long time coming, but I finally made it
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Took the top off of the drop, then I finally sprayed it
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They never thought I would be paid, but look at me now
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I spit game, with a million dollar mouthpiece to lay it down
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The representer from Texas, and known to get fly
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They don't wanna see me crack a smile, cause my diamonds'll shine em down
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And I know you heard of us, when I be Slow Loud And Bangin'
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Corner to corner swanging all on the block, where the gangstas hanging
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I gotta keep on thugging, blocks I'm hugging
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Hatas I'm slugging, them boppers they getting no loving
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Chrome I'm dubbing, Perellis be gliding and Southern
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Lips be bumping, but they ain't gon never be loving
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And just to keep it real with you, they prolly wanna see me fall
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But I ain't and they can't stop me, so now they gon watch me ball
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And grind forever and ever, cause money gon be made
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And as long as I'm in this game, is as long as I'm getting paid
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[Hook]
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Maintaining, doing my thang
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Staying on my grind, trying to get my change
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See I gotta get mine, cause I can't get broke
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And that's all I know
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Maintaining, doing my thang
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Swanging in a slab, gripping on wood grain
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That's just the life that I chose
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Don't worry bout mine, nigga get your's
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[Trae]
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I be in a state in your face, gliding a S-L-A-B
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STS with nothing but T-I-N-T, reputation of a P-I-M-P
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These hoes be hating, but never the less on my jock
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Devastated by the knock I got, in a trunk with a fallen top
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I'm a playa, nominated for G of the Year
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With rocks in my ear, wood grain inside my hand when I steer
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Reminiscing back in the day, when I was broke
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But now I glide up the block, and turn heads till they neck look broke
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Lil' Trae the same cat, they use to laugh at
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Never thought that I would have to tell these hoes, to back back
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Life is a trip, but then again I was destined to shine
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24/7 everyday, I was motivated to grind
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For better thangs, addicted to getting change
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And now they be screaming my name, and saying I'm wrecking mayn
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A Maab type dude from the guerillas on top, and hogging the lane
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Dubs up to them hatas, watching me doing my thang
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[Hook]
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[Trae]
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The Most Valuable Playa, block bender Trae up in a slab
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If it's tinted I'm in it, tipping and turning banging the Ave.
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Picture me rolling a hundred miles per hour, to get away
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To a low key la casa, where no drama can get my way
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I'm in another zone, living it happy for a change
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And since I'm stacking my change, I guess I just can't complain
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I still remain to be the same cat, from day one
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Cool to the motherfucker, but shining bright like the sun
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A Guerilla legend, that's made of a Houston Texan
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Balling to the top, and keeping it real without a question it ain't no doubt
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In my mind, I grind mine and shine and shine mine
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And grind, and people losing they mind and that's how it be
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When you a G, I can't help it but to be playa
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My living is not a joke, I'm forever after my paper
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All I ever wanted was dough, and that's all I know
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From here on out until I go, I'ma get it and that's fa sho
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[Hook x2]
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[Russell Lee]
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Maintain, doing my thang
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Maintain, doing my thang
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Ooooooh-ooooh
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That's just the live that I chose
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Doing My Thang
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| Trae |
