Trae

Trae - Take Me Back lyrics

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Say you remember that shit?

Talkin' 'bout them days nigga

Where we pull up nigga stay-flo starched down

Pants standing up on theyself (I pray they take me back)

Big ass nugget mothaf**kin' earrings (I pray they take me back)

Fake ass gold chains nigga fake (I pray they take me back)

Mothaf**kin golds in our mouths (I pray they take me back)

We the coolest niggas on earth mane, Starter jackets (I pray they take me back)

Gummies, flat tops (I pray they take me back)

Nigga remember all that shit mane (I pray they take me back)

Couldn't tell me shit in my mothaf**kin' life (I pray they take me back)



Late nights sweet talkin' on the mothaf**kin' phone

Thinkin we muhf**kin R&B stars an' shit

And ya ass had to beat that curfew

Or ya ass was gettin a ass woopin nigga (yeah)



Thinkin' bout them early days like "What the f**k I did with life?"

Funny how fast time'll past and make you pray to live it twice

Overalls and British Knights

Spray painted the Huffy bike

Just to ride the block like I'm the shit pull up on something nice

She was wearing daisy dukes finger waves and hoopsins

Baskets from the grocery store just to shoot some hoops in

Corner store passing up them old niggas under the trees

Yelling out look out but I keep going its 90°

Hoping ain't no dogs loose

Might just have to switch routes

Plus I want my kool cup

She better not be sold out

Gun be lookin' wop sided, leanin' like its fallin' over

Grease fallin on my shoulder

Still I feel cool like the polar



(I pray they take me back)

I was playa though

(I pray they take me back)

Days like that made me who the f**k I am man

(I pray they take me back)

I remember mothaf**kin me an' boss stepping out

Jay'ton ain't old enough to come out so he gotta stay at the crib

Madder than a mothaf**ka

(I pray they take me back)

Nigga used to pull up at the skating ring nigga

Nigga any mothaf**kin' broad we want nigga we gon' shoot our shot

Lord knows prolly ain't get them hoes anyway but f**k it

(Check it)



Doing things we had no business

Had me feeling like a menace

Hopping over gates and nigga knocking running like a scrimmage

Somewhere in and out my granny house she yelling close the door

Soon as she flip out and get that switch, oh shit its time to go

What you know

Older brother on his way to juvenile

Jackin' cars begging them to ride but I was just a child

All I knew was a lot of laws, movies had us running wild

Gold tooth, open face, I wanted it just to smile

Couldn't get it, hit Beauty Supply and got the fake instead

Pager on my waist and stolen candy tryna make some bread

Stole my partna daddy gun bet no one go'n take my shoes

All about respect I knew to make a move or stay confused



(I pray they take me back)

I'm talkin' 'bout them Stadium Bowl days nigga

Round that time nigga nigga seen Menace to Society, Boyz 'n the Hood nigga

Erythang Dickie down nigga

You'd have thought we were the biggest mothaf**kin' gangstas in the city

I love that shit though man

Them the mothaf**kin' days man

I can't tell about all this new shit going on right now

But I remember what the f**k we had going on back then

Remember them mothaf**kin' Rolex banners

Young nigga diggin', you knew him, crazy lil' mothaf**ker though

Motherf**kin' brother nigga, I ain't forgot this shit
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