In a Playa Zone - Trae Tha Truth

Waking up early in the evening, ready to start up my day

Hop out the bed and hit the shower, eyes dozing away

Thirty minutes flew away, and now I’m back on my track

My mouth fresh diamonds shining, I don’t know how to act

But what do you know, some broad was still laying in my bed

I ain’t gon lie and I say I fucked, but I recall receiving head

But that’s another note, get your ass up I gotta burn out

And if you make me late, you ain’t gon like the way this turn out

Ten minutes later, get the keys and I’m out the do'

Hop in a black on black, I’m thinking fast but I’m crawling slow

Private calls hit my cell, but all they gon get is the dial tone

Since Ruben ex bitch, wanna keep playing on my phone

Have ninety-nine problems, but the hate ain’t one

Fuck it the cash ain’t either, so I’m strapped with a gun

I hit the West on the tip, while I’m flipping a '59

Eyes covered by the locs, cause these diamonds be known to blind

I rep the West like the captain, with the general who in charge

Ain’t nobody got no problems, since they know my entourage

In the blue or either red, well acquainted with the D’s

From the North to the South, tops crawling more than these

See I’m the youth of the West, my nigga pimping ain’t a thang

Plus my swagger kinda gangsta, so the city know my name

More than life in the hood, got me looking like a star

Plus they go to bat for Trae, like I was dying in a war

Conversating with Pimpin’Ken, or maybe Good Game

Telling me to pimp a bitch, and I can get some good change

Half the world wanna see, what’s finna be my next move

But my next move will show you, how I make the rest groove

Just another type of note, that a playa can show ya If you relate us to the good, and if not I don’t know ya I show the South, everytime a nigga peep my style

I’m classified as a mack, check my playa file

(*talking*)

Huh, know pimping ain’t a thang over here homie

Yeah we straight, but you know we playa at the same time

This next verse here, is for them hating ass niggaz

Who can’t get they shit straight, and they bitch choose a G Then they wanna get mad, wanna beat the bitch up I’ma give you niggaz some game

On the cool I fuck a lot of hoes daily, these niggaz turn shady

If they find out that they hoes, wanna pay me Never ever will they play me cause I’m G made, I don’t need a broad

I’d rather sit and cap with niggaz, part time on the 'vard

Only woman that I love, is my mama

On a bitch that I’m gripping, will a nigga feel the drama peep the game hater

I’ma tell you, like a nigga told me Get the cash and keep it playa, niggaz fly in these streets

I never ever saw the rings, but I swear these niggaz cuffing

Talking tough from a distance, but they heart done got em bluffing

Should I click, guess I need to continue my mission

Plus you hoes ain’t on my level, I’m pimping while you be wishing

I got the cars and the house, wardrobe so Asshole

Plus I’m on my game, well acquainted with the cash flow

And if I quit, it’s gon be hell to see my son

Cause it’s all inside my genes, baby Neek finna come

(*talking*)

And that’s real talk, right there homie

Real playas do real playa thangs, know I’m saying

Nigga don’t get mad, you wanna go give your bitch a black eye

And a busted lip, and she chose a G Or wanna ride on side a G, and look good for a second

Get your game face on nigga, nigga be tripping me out with this bullshit

How the fuck you gon have a bitch, and wanna box that hoe like a nigga

But when you catch the nigga in the street, you tal’n bout uh It was a misunderstanding who do this and that, come on mayn

Get your shit together, for real see me in these streets nigga

Asshole By nature ha-ha, you niggaz be tripping me out mayn

That’s what that is, you niggaz is marks mayn

Ol’pile of pimping ass niggaz mayn, matter fact give me the powder

I’m finna slap the shit, out one of these hoe ass niggaz